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Poem

Five children clasping mittens
could not hug the entire trunk.
Whole hands could hide in the folds of its bark.
James, the tallest boy in class,
could sit on a root,

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Frost spins white lines

on the lawn,

grass turns glass-like,

crisp crackle-snap

underfoot.