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Bird's Eye View
by Megan GuimbellotI was in the forest the day that tree fell,
You know, the one that no one noticed
And trust me, it DID make a sound
The earth shook and the leaves dripped their dew with a little more intensity, holding on to what they knew.
The birds dropped their mouthfuls, twigs and cloth and bubble gum wrappers, all nest-bound, and took to the sky. The crickets hushed. The rabbits froze.
And I shifted aside the fallen branches, the damp leaves and still-shivering buds. I crawled against the bark, nestled down between strong arms.
My back to the ground, eyes to the sky.
The clouds slipped in and out of view, lost at times behind the waving moss that tangled in my hair whenever the wind blew hard.
I laid there for hours and I don’t know why, but it felt like home.
05/12/2010 Author's Note: It's sad when you realize that the place you grew up in is no longer your home.
Posted on 05/12/2010
Copyright © 2025 Megan Guimbellot
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/12/10 at 09:41 PM this might not mean much...it might mean a lot, but of all the people in the world...you make nature pound in my heart. if that doesn't sound too cheesy. seriously though...i read this and i dunno if it's because of how i know you or what...but when i read this stuff from you it soars. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/13/10 at 12:32 AM This is a very nice piece Megan. I spent a lot of time near trees growing up as well as climbing them. My oldest nephew is a National Park ranger and loves wilderness. He and his family have lived Alaska for about the past 12 years and I know he is concerned about nature. Great write lady. |
| Posted by S. Pelham Flood on 05/13/10 at 04:51 PM "I lied there for hours and I don't know why, but it felt like home." perfect conclusion...so many days I feel more at home amongst the grasses and the animals in nature than I do in a city. Thanks for a great read. |
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