Nov
7
Timmy, The Boy Who Dreamed Of Being A Redwood Tree
I spend a lot of time doodling and jotting down daft little poems and stories in my sketchbooks. Usually about midgets with large feet, or lions made out of rubber, or in this case a young boy who dreams about being a redwood tree…. you know, the usual sort of things.
Timmy, the boy who dreamed of being a Redwood tree
Timmy dreamed of being a Redwood tree,
ever since the age of three;
to stand tall, and proud above his mates,
and his teachers, and parents and that girl that he hates.
He’d just stand there, that’s all,
magnificently tall.
With his head in the sky,
and the birds flying by.
His branches would reach,
across all of the land,
like gnarled twisted fingers,
on gnarled twisted hands.
Then he’d pick them all up,
one by one,
and squash them between
his finger and thumb…..
