Memories in the Old Acacia Tree (Creative Poetry)

Creative Poetry

Memories in the Old Acacia Tree

Jeffrey Umotoy

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I love playing

Under the old acacia tree

Drawing my name on its husky trunk

And hiding to the warmth rays of the sun

I am here through My good and bad times

Remembering the days of the Blossoming flowers

Where grasshoppers chirps and hops through the lawn

I see the rosy red morning, and the orange yoLk sundown

I play with my peers, running, hiding to the acacia tree

Alone, all I do is get a twig and write to the ground

A malady came; I’m not allowed to go to the tree

I’m so sad, cry all day, happy days are gone

I plea to my mother to bring me to the tree

The tree have chaNge, it change a lot

I don’t feel I’m home, he left me

Not just the tree,

Everything’s gone

The rosy red morn’,

Blue sky and clouds

I can hear the chirps

But they seem hiding

All I can see is Dark

And all I can feel

Is the warmth of the sun.

High school, high school! Haha, I made this poem way back in high school, suppose-to-be entry sa english week celebration. Pero yun, di ko sya naipasa. Ok lang, wagi naman ang essay entry ko (yabang!) haha.

~ by Dyepri Budoy on July 19, 2008.