Catch Me

October 10, 2015 General, Poems child, orchids, poem, tree

by Moria Mitterer

Forest is our meeting place
use to trot every weekend
to arrive early and breath easy
while waiting for you my dearest.

Along the way you pick up a flower
so bewitching and enticing,
from myriad species of orchids
so unique and captivating.

Like a child we play around,
climb a huge, huge tree
caressing for a time
then you first go down and catch me.

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