Poetic Perils: 'Back, When Trees Were Tall'

A photo prompt from Poetic Bloomings:

 

~Back, When Trees Were Tall~

Come, take me back

To where the time stands still,

Or stretches tall,

Like pines without end

We used to marvel at -

With heads thrown back,

Trying not to fall -

They reached the sky at will,

And sent us flying - dizzy, laughing - down,

Onto the rug of prickles golden-brown.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur