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Thursday 11 April 2013

My Coconut Tree

My coconut tree is where my ancestors rest.
It's where they look at me and takes cares of me.
They are like the branches keeping bad things or bad people away from me.
As I climb my tree they aren't there but in my soil they are as a spirit.

2 comments:

Ms Aireen said...

Great poem Sau. This is a very deep poem that describes your ancestors. I like how you have used the tree as a metaphor. Keep up the great thinking.

Unknown said...

Wonderful thoughts to share Sau. Thank you.

Mrs Burt

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