The Church and the Tree

Touching this tall old tree

I wonder what feels real to me:

This church of cold stone

Where people go to show their religiosity,

Or this rough bark

Warm from the spring sun.

It is the bark

That calls to my heart

And this gentle sun.

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
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K Morris – Poet