Sentiment to what is lost

April 18, 2011
Silently sitting, both of us
Waiting for the
Wind to
Pass you.
And give your leaves
A voice.
You're older than I
Maybe by thirty years
Maybe by a hundred
And you weave
A story in soft bark
Of the people you knew.
All the people before me.
A weathered initial.
A peace sign.
A heart.
You were something.
Something for everyone.
Back before
When people noticed

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Meghan J. said...
May 16, 2011 at 8:31 pm
 This is lovely. Really well written!
PJD17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 13, 2011 at 10:31 pm
This is really great work keep it up i really liked this  could you please check out and ocmment on my poem What if we were a Dream  i would really appreciat it
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