Free verse № 50249
A Matter of Faith
Crippling with nails
Placing wood upon wood
A fortress in the sky
Throwing its shadow
Like a shotput
At dusk and at dawn
Parents wonder if
Snakes slink in the
High grasses ringing the tree
A lone beacon for those
Weary of walking these
Bendless, soulless plains
I only wonder
Who planted the tree
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