Loveday Writing

The Cello

To tell you

the truth

I never

wanted to be

a cello.

When I was

wood

I had

My own song

(Lorena Bruff)

Write the tree’s song.**

The Tree

When I was wood,

I stood proud and tall.

People would search for me

to sit under me when it was warm,

and watch my leaves fall and change,

when it grew cold.

I stood proud and tall

even when people would tape flyers to my trunk,

to sell their stuff or their services,

or to find lost loved ones.

I never liked the feeling

of my murdered friends on my skin.

I stood proud and tall

even when my friends around me burned

during the summers with bushfires

and the people would fight about why…

arson or climate change?

Every year they’d do this dance

as I waited for new friends to grow.

When I was wood,

I stood proud and tall

even when the axe started to fall…

**Reference: Marsden J 1998, Everything I Know About Writing, Pan Macmillan, Australia.