James Pritchard

Rookie (11. May 1993 / Bamberg, Germany)

A Bush - Poem by James Pritchard

A Bush in the middle of a group of tree,
slowly decaying and dieing it shall be.
Turning from green to brown,
getting nothing jsut a frown.
No animals in it nest,
for it is not like the rest.
Everytime it gets a bit more green,
it's a great big scene.
But it always gets browner in the ends,
all alone without real friends.
While all the trees green and thrive,
all the bush does is simply die.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 12, 2009

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