Here is another poem, that I am really proud to have written. It was for a competition, last year where the theme had to have some type of rural influence. The poem signifies that no matter what some things weather all storms; i guess that could be summed up as my life also.
It is one of the last things i spoke to my dad about.
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Sturdy
Solid
Decaying away
Miniscule animals reside within
Octogenarian
This age foretold by deep blackening rings
A small crack here, larger one there
Outer bark split
To breathe in the changing air
Sentry of the surrounding land
Sculptured by weathered hands
Originally they called you RED
Unlike fellow sentries, whom decomposed or dead.
Handcuffed together -you have broken free
Reminders lay rusting amongst the weeds
Large burls bleed waxy sap, crystallised tears
For a youth lost, time ago, some eighty…
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