What Am I

April 3, 2009
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From the Earth I was born
From my mother tree I was torn
To the mill they had taken me
From that I have scars you can still see
I can be used for many things
Roofs, decks, and chairs for kings
Light me up with a flame
You’ll be warm, but I’ll never be the same
Who am I, what is my name
I am wood, sometimes wild, sometimes tame

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Carol said...
Apr. 14, 2009 at 4:12 pm
That's a nice perspective you got. :)
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