My Back To The Broken Wall Poem by Shadrach Knight

I sit on the leafs,

my back pressed up against the cold broken stone,

as I watch Octobers leaves fall to the earth.


There is a crisp wind blowing,

the bright colored leaves from the trees.

Hundreds of bright colored leaves fall,

from the branches,

like a thick storming rain.


I sit with my back grinding in to the cold broken wall,

looking as the hurricane of leaves start to fall to the ground.

The ground all ready littered,

littered with there died family.


I look up at the weeping tree,

confronting me.


The tree,

lets go,

of its most trusted Friend each fall.


The heart of the tree brakes,

when it looks down from its high peak,

in the clouds to see nothing but its friends dieing on the ground.


Some dead,

Yet, others still have color life,

tangled in the earth brown dead leaves.


The tree can only watch,

with a have heart.

Paralyzed,

forced to stand tall bound,

by it’s roots in the ground.


As I sit with my back pressing against the broken wall,

Cold broken stone.


I cry.


Not because I’m sad,

but because I’m thankful,

thankful that,

I can save the ones I love.

I sit by my self looking at the bare trees.