Poem: Sitting In My Tree

Hello, friends! It’s Monday, which means a post! This semester, I’m taking a class on American Poetry, and that made me think about my poetry class from last year. So this week, I thought I’d share a fun poem that I wrote for that class. I hope you enjoy it!

Sitting In My Tree

C.B. Cook

 

No one notices me

sitting in my tree.

 

I look down as

people walk past,

eyes down,

not looking around,

and no one bothers

to turn their eyes UP.

 

If they did, they might

see me in the morning light,

admiring how the sun

sets that one

green leaf ablaze

with golden fire.

 

But instead, I look out,

a secret spying scout,

safe in my cave of leaves

because no one really sees

beyond my shield

and I’m smiling because

 

no one notices me

sitting in my tree.

I hope you enjoyed that poem! I did, in fact, write it while sitting in a tree. 😀 I know most people either love poetry or hate it, so what’s your opinion on poetry? Do you like writing it or reading it better?

Stay safe, have a good week, and don’t forget to wear your mask! ❤

One thought on “Poem: Sitting In My Tree

  1. Lovely! 😍
    I used to think I didn’t like poetry, but that was just because I hadn’t really given it a chance. The past couple years, I’ve realized that I love poetry, both reading and writing it. 😁

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