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by April Halprin Wayland

Hello, Tree.
Thank you for your upright trunk—
it’s fabulous to sniff.

I love that I don’t have to beg,
when I line you up against my leg
…..and lift.

Poetry Prompt:

There aren’t many trees in our dog park, and I was thinking about how grateful Eli must be to the few that are there.

Now it’s your turn.  An apostrophe poem is one in which the poet talks to an inanimate object. Write your own apostrophe poem.  Write with joy!

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