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The Striking Young Man - A Love Poem

Updated on February 14, 2012

A man of twenty and a year,

With brow held high and axe-head near,

Came and saw my leaves a'spray,

And marveled at their green display.

A striking young man, tall and swell,

I knew not of love until I fell.

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      Hillary 5 years ago

      This poem is pretty creative! Good job. I see what you did!

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      Desmond 5 years ago

      Great Poem!

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      Millercl 5 years ago

      Thanks guys. I am glad you read them and like them!

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      David Legg 7 5 years ago from Trout Paradise, Colorado

      Excellent work! Question... did you take the images yourself? The images and the poem work great together.

      David

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      Millercl 5 years ago

      David, I did not take the pictures and if I create images like that I would take pictures all the time!

      Thanks for the compliment and comment!

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      Alan 5 years ago from Tasmania

      Millercl - the first impression I got of that "forest" was that it's not a forest. It's a plantation. There is no "middle storey." Sure there is a little ground cover, like ferns and so on, but between the ground and the tree tops nothing. Just air. No where for a diversity of animal, bird, insect life to love and enjoy their lives.

      The vision of it to our eyes is wonderful, with the sun shining down through the glade. The beauty of it stops there.

      These trees were born to die. By The Hand of a Striking Young Man.

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