Ima Ryma


Ima Ryma Poems

21. Wrestlin' Match - Lincoln Park Zoo 12/8/2014
22. Wounds of War 3/1/2013
23. Wounded Knee 2/3/2008
24. Worth 1/13/2008
25. Works for Me 2/7/2013
26. Working Mom 11/15/2007
27. Word Skinning 7/31/2014
28. Woof Down 1/31/2013
29. Woman Will 9/11/2013
30. Witches' Brew 10/28/2007
31. Winding Up War 3/28/2014
32. Wind Breaker 11/26/2007
33. Winchester House 2/5/2011
34. Will on Congress 7/4/2010
35. Wild West Jubilee 6/15/2014
36. Widower Groom 3/8/2008
37. Whyless 9/21/2013
38. Why Bee? 12/11/2014
39. Who Called? 10/20/2007
40. White Owl 5/10/2009

Mystery Tree

The old dead tree stood on a hill,
An ugliness of jagged rot,
In looming form so dark and still
Against the sun - a lonely blot.
My folks had told me not to play
Around that tree; and so of course
I headed for it right away,
Drawn by its mysterious force.
There was an urge I would not stop.

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