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Trees
fond memories
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Stout, green, brown
bearing needles or leaves
the sensation
of gnarled branches
against my hands
Ah, the joy of climbing!
Not as an athlete
rather as a friend
of these rooted giants
Finally, a bit sorehanded
reaching the crown
once more sitting in the cradle
My mother, the soft breeze
rocks me gently
back and forth
And I overlook:
The suburb
These well-known streets
In one of those houses
do I belong
Twelve flats and four floors
accomodating common people
In the horizon
under this hill;
neon lights and cinemas
Here I sit still
in the cradle,
rocked gently back and forth
by my mother, the breeze
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- John Willy Kopperud
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