Bury me under the conker tree
Where squirrels like to play
Bury me under the conker tree
Bury me here,
under the conker tree,
where shiny nuts fall with perfect aim,
and every now and then,
when you sit beneath its shade,
you’ll get a little conker on your head,
just to make sure you remember my name!
No need for fancy flowers,
they’re too delicate,
just give me the earth,
and the shade,
and the gentle reminder of a nut from above,
the nut you once loved!
And when you walk by,
with a smile so wide,
just know I’m up there,
with a mischievous pride!
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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And your spirit would throw a conker nut at you. Good job on this one too.