In the Dirt, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

I am an old maple tree
rooted deep into the ground but still
unstable and tripping over 
tiny blades of grass.

And the flowers around me smile at the sun,
giggling at the departing winter.
Children come and pick them from the ground.
Make them into dandilion jewelry
that they wear atop their pretty, little heads
and on their delicate, young wrists.

But I am still here, stuck
in the dirt. 
Posted: 2005-01-24 02:08:58 UTC

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2005-11-02 21:33:17abs
amazing that poem has so many levels and possible interpretations i like it a lot!

2007-02-27 18:52:51♥Just Sam♥
I connot freakin' believe your poetry title name thingy majigger is a rip off of the band's name Death Cab for Cutie.