“Good morning” said the oak tree
To the dark and gloomy stone
Would thou prefer I go away
And leave thee to thine own?
I sway your way on gentle breeze
With warmth for you to hold
But as a tree, I ask of thee
Do stones prefer the cold?
Stoned
April 21, 2008 by Shirley Allard



“We’re cold, it’s true, as you can see,
from my gray and homely tone,
but beauty just might lie beneath
A richness mine alone.
I can’t return your outward heat
Nor ape your gentle breeze,
But leave me lying in the sun
And my warmth is sure to please.”
Heh! Oh, well, I tried… Nice one, Shirley… spring can’t be far away.
Bob, And you said you weren’t a poet…gotcha! Good shot!
I wish I were…
ummmm
nevermind
fun read
Hey Oz, enough said! Thanks.
Marvelous! Somedays I feel like the oak tree, and I sometimes I feel like the stone…oh wait, that wasn’t me–that was Ozy.
wow.. this is very nice shirl..
i really enjoyed this… take care