DREAM POEM

In a corner of my bedroom
grew a tree
a happy tree
my own tree
its leaves were soft
like flesh
and its bird sang poems for me
then
without warning
two men
with understanding smiles
and axes

made out forged excuses

came and chopped it down
either yesterday
or the day before
i think it was the day before.

   By: ROGER MeGOUGH