Out on a Limb
How much more intriguing would I be,
If I lived high up within a tree?
Refusing to come down
Among the limbs I'd dance around,
Imagining myself to be Robin Hood
From the very branch on which I stood,
From my quiver to bow and feathered hat
Speaking in ye ol woodsman tone at that,
A Robin Hood without his merry men
All alone I am left my tree to defend.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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