Paul Hartal

You Are Not The Wind - Poem by Paul Hartal

One summer day

Walking on a sunlit street

I plucked a leaf from a tree.

“Why did you do that? ” she asked.

“Just playing”, I said.

“Don’t harm the trees”, she said.

“They have their own life”.

“But the wind yanks leaves all the time”,

I averred defensively.

She gave me a pensive look.

“But you are not the wind”,

She said.

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  • Rookie - 63 Points Eric Cockrell (10/5/2011 7:27:00 PM)

    strong answer! well written poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 5, 2011

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