ANDREW BLAKEMORE - The Crows Within The Poplar Trees

Against the sky of palest blue
The poplar trees stood straight and tall,
And towered above the rooftops
Casting shadows down beneath.

A cooling breeze caressed their twigs
Which soon would wear a cloak of green,
For summer days were drawing near
That urged the sap to rise.

Within the crowns that lay so bare
A group of crows did try to gain,
The highest point of status
As they squabbled and they fought.

Their raucous calls and flapping wings
Disturbed the silence of the morn,
Until they found their rightful place
And arguments ageed.

Against the sky of palest blue
Their sillhouettes as black as night,
So still they perched amongst the boughs
Upon the poplar trees.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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