Have fun..LOVE..Stan
TREES by Philip Larkin
The trees are (bursting) into leaf
Like (whispers) almost being said
the recent buds (grow) and spread
their greenness is a kind of grief
Is it that they are (whole) again
and we (grow) old? No, they (will) too
their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain
Yet still the unresting (boughs) thresh
In full grown (splendour) every May
Last year (sweet) (memory) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (enmesh)
With thanks to the original great poet,
Yours Ian.T
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Hello Ian
Sometimes what makes a word "right" is that it maintains a poem's rhythm which a few of your fail to do. But other than that you've done well with a difficult exercise.........stan
Stan
I missed this reply though I edited the original it became lost in this long corridor of verse, Yours with thanks, Ian.