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The Poet Tree



I was depressed

I had no job

No future to look forward to

I went for a walk

A long slow walk

Eventually I found a tree to sit under

A big strong tree

I practised mindfulness

And used my senses to explore

To the right of me I saw a path

Above me the wind whistled

And I heard birds chirping

I wrote down my thoughts

About how I was feeling

Slowly I felt happier

After writing this poem, my very first poem

I was a poet, under a tree

Writing poetry


by Rod Boyce

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