Tree
Big oak tree
High upon a hill
So many things carved into its bark
Who will come next and leave their mark
It was a very big tree
Until its life was cut short
Taken down and striped of its branches
At a factory its bark shaven off
All of the memories destroyed and lost.
2 comments about this post
tree???? wata poem….. hehehehehe
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nice poem……
sweet and sensible!!!