Monday, 26 August 2013

Tree poem

I stand tall holding my leaves for there 
My tear drop leaves are holding on as the wind blows them around the place.
A army of moss surrounds me.
I am a tall shade cloth blocking the sun.
I have reindeer antlers reaching to the sky.
My branches are thousands of witches fingers.
I represent TuTangata.
I am proud of that.




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