David Pekrul

The Raven Lives Up In A Tree



Posted: Friday, May 29, 2009

by David Pekrul

The Raven lives up in a tree,
He has his home, doesn't notice me,
He guards his turf and all he sees,
Above the ground is where he's free.

I'm like a speck upon the ground,
And as I listen to the sound,
It's very crude and yet profound,
The raven's noise is all around.

The Raven lives up in a tree,
He has his home, doesn't notice me,
And when he 'caws', the others flee,
He rules his space, up in a tree.

He's black as night and dark as sin,
But that is on the outer skin,
For what lies there so deep within,
Is something that will make you grin.

You see, he loves the things that shine,
He thinks those trinkets are divine,
And whether yours or whether mine,
To steal them is his great design.

Although he doesn't notice me,
He steals my 'bling' and tries to flee,
And this one thing I'll guarantee,
He's always on a 'shopping spree'.

Just stay away from this old Crow,
He lives above; we live below,
And here's a thing that you should know,
He loves to reap, but never sow.

The Raven lives up in a tree,
He has his home, doesn't notice me,
He guards his turf and all he sees,
Above the ground is where he's free.

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David Pekrul was born in New Westminster, B. C. Canada.

He wrote his first poem in February, 2004, as an Anniversary card for his wife, Linda. Being rather pleased by the results of his first attempt, he wrote a second one, then another and another. He soon realized that he was in love with words.

The pictures that his words paint may not always be pretty, but they are pictures worth viewing, for he writes about the world around him, whether they be things good, bad or otherwise. He also writes about family, nature, God and faith.

His first poetry book, "Parts Of The Sum Volume One" has just been published and can be found at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3145051

David makes his home in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies with his wife Linda and spoiled pup, Tiki.

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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)
» left by Nenita Wells from Providence, RI 2 years 342 days ago.
Hi David.
 
This is an excellent poem. I loved and enjoyed reading it. When I was a little kid, I used to love climbing up a tree and just stay there looking down and observing what the people, in my case my siblings are doing as I was perched upon a big branch and feeling like "your raven". Very well written.
 
Thanks again for sharing.
 
Best regards,
 
Nenita
» left by David Pekrul 2 years 342 days ago.
69 fans.
Thanks Nenita,
I also loved climbing trees as a kid. We lived in a very forested area and spent our summer days in trees. I also had a pet crow when I was young. It was a crow, not a raven; same family, but crows are smaller. When I rode my bike, it would land on my shoulder and ride along with me.
» left by jena
 2 years 340 days ago.
13 fans.
Great work. I really enjoyed reading this poem. Very insightful. Keep up the good work!
» left by David Pekrul 2 years 340 days ago.
69 fans.
Thank you, Jena, I appreciate your comment.
» left by Grammy Guru
 2 years 338 days ago.
23 fans.
Another delightful poem. That raven has a lot in common with some people, who love to reap and not sow!
» left by David Pekrul 2 years 338 days ago.
69 fans.
Thanks Grammy Guru,
I guess we can see the Raven in a lot of us. Thanks for reading and for your comments.
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