Thursday, January 24, 2008


She said now then
i would like each of you

to make a tree
with your body

and we were delighted
to forget everything

we had learned all day
about staying within the lines.

Standing in our numbered rows
we stretched and stretched, embracing

the enormous air, our fingers
splayed, our heels rising up

off the floor, bodies grunting, sweating,
trembling to be trees. One

poked another in the head
with a pencil, sharp branch

he announced. How we loved
being trees.

-mike white

So, i have to write a paper on this poem for actually really excited about it. its such a wonderful fun poem! i like kids. with that being said, im probably gonna have the best paper.