Not what you’re thinking – another of my nature poems – this time on the humble sycamore tree.
also appears on allpoetry.com
The seeds hang paired
from the branches of the tree
awaiting the time
and new places to see
from the branches of the tree
awaiting the time
and new places to see
Powered by the wind
the seed flies in th’air
as they leave the tree
without a care
And in the wind,
the seed it does turn
and flies off for miles
till a rest it does earn
and the helicopters land
on the soil lush and brown
leaving their seed
in a place in the ground
The Inkwell 
4 responses to “Helicopters”
A lovely nature poem.
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Cheers for reading Mr Romanus – glad you liked it 🙂
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I did. Thank you.
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