ayoubgolden
08-01-2007, 09:19 PM
A man is Made
A man is made
Of flesh and blood
Of eyes and bones and water
The very same things make his son
As those that make
His daughther
A tree is made
Of leaf and sap
Of bark and fruit and berries
It keeps a bird’s nest
In its boughs
And blackbirds eat the cherries
A table’s made
Of naked wood
Planed smooth as milk.I wonder
If tables ever dream of sun
Of wind,and rain,and thunder ?
And when man takes
His sets the sawdust flying-
Is it a table being borin ?
Or jyst a tree that’s dying ?
A man is made
Of flesh and blood
Of eyes and bones and water
The very same things make his son
As those that make
His daughther
A tree is made
Of leaf and sap
Of bark and fruit and berries
It keeps a bird’s nest
In its boughs
And blackbirds eat the cherries
A table’s made
Of naked wood
Planed smooth as milk.I wonder
If tables ever dream of sun
Of wind,and rain,and thunder ?
And when man takes
His sets the sawdust flying-
Is it a table being borin ?
Or jyst a tree that’s dying ?