Baby Palms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Baby Palms



Baby palm trees, tiny fronds,
soft to a human's touch.

Sitting prettily, brushing
slightly the stoned ground
around it's trunk, when a
breeze picks up.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014
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