I did not stop to chat with you,
As you were busy in a tree
Swinging your slender arms
Back in forth on a branch.
Tree was high with apples
And green leaves hiding you
Where you were picking from the tree,
By virbrating branch
Back and forth, back and forth.
I didn’t want to startle you there
For you could fall and besides
The point, I had a birthday gift
Which you were not allow to see.
So on I went to your place,
But I had the feeling you were watching me
From between the green leaves of the tree
Hoping to spy the gift I was going to give to thee.
April 29th 2015 poem: Choose one of the poems you have drafted this month and revise it at least one of these ways: break it into stanzas, or make it all one stanza; cut every other line; or add a line between each line.