Tree Surgeon I

I see his eyes from afar,
And feel a beat, a shining star,
Appearing right in front of me,
Does he hold that special key?

Approaching him I find I can,
Queuing and waiting here we stand,
A local boy lives by the sea,
Seven Dials not far from me.

We travel along to different places,
Never to see one of those faces,
A brief encounter for me today,
To work I leave I’m on my way.

I take a seat on London train,
To write and read with such lovely terrain,
My mornings often a fun filled ride,
What today will bring in my great stride.

A familiar face I see get on,
A great surprise the sun has shone,
I smile and feel glad to see,
He approaches and sits next to me.

We talk and talk so easily,
Two common souls how could this be,
I share my stories with him so,
He listens well, his eyes don’t go.

He looks into my soul he sees,
An innocent child and all her fears,
Yet his stare makes this go away,
A moment in time or here to stay.

Food now trees his daily tasks,
A surgeon he oh what a blast,
He works with nature by his side,
He’s made my day, a fine delight.

© 2005 MCARB
The Brighton to London Poet