Monday, January 11, 2021

Poem I wrote

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The Kind of Tree I Like


The kind of tree I like has seen storms, drought, brutal winters


It has been hit by lightening, scorched, had initials carved into it


And encased rusty barbed wire in the living wood.


The kind of tree I like has gnarled roots laid bare by erosion


And a dead branch that might be dangerous if it fell.

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