Activity 5a- Write a Poem in Synthesis with the Theme of the Given Pictures
The old man quietly reads,
Resting in his rocking chair,
He studys various seeds,
And grows some plants of rare
His wrinkled hands are just like bark,
Weathered from a lifetime of use,
These hands feed a little brown lark,
And set an orange butterfly loose
The old man- the human tree,
His wrinkled skin resembling bark,
His eyes reflect a still grey sea,
As he walks to his plants, movement stark
The human tree provides a home,
To insects great and small,
He studies them in a small, green dome,
Counting legs and antannae in all
We pass his house again one day,
Wondering what he was doing,
Wondering what words he would say,
Wondering what plant oil he was brewing.
The man is planting a shiny seed,
A special tree, I'm told,
He unroots a flowering weed,
And buries the seed of gold
Then the old man quietly reads,
Resting in his rocking chair,
He clasps some various seeds
This man is quite of rare.
Resting in his rocking chair,
He studys various seeds,
And grows some plants of rare
His wrinkled hands are just like bark,
Weathered from a lifetime of use,
These hands feed a little brown lark,
And set an orange butterfly loose
The old man- the human tree,
His wrinkled skin resembling bark,
His eyes reflect a still grey sea,
As he walks to his plants, movement stark
The human tree provides a home,
To insects great and small,
He studies them in a small, green dome,
Counting legs and antannae in all
We pass his house again one day,
Wondering what he was doing,
Wondering what words he would say,
Wondering what plant oil he was brewing.
The man is planting a shiny seed,
A special tree, I'm told,
He unroots a flowering weed,
And buries the seed of gold
Then the old man quietly reads,
Resting in his rocking chair,
He clasps some various seeds
This man is quite of rare.
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