John Hess (Fayetteville, N.C.)
Sitting On The Porch
Sitting on this porch, I look to the tree;
Standing there alone now, the only thing I see.
The cold of season changing, causing it to sway;
If it had a voice I wonder what it would say.
Just a year ago it wasn't all alone;
The tornado blew on past and left the others prone.
So now this giant oak tree, standing at the end;
Finds the squirrels and birds are gone, no one to befriend.
Branches missing here and there, looks as if its sad;
Reminds me of my life right now, how things are going bad.
The leaves are changing color now, all turning brown;
Gives the feeling of winters coming, silence now the sound.
Will this mighty oak tree, standing all alone;
Ever find its way again, to become someone's home.
Will its branches grow so strong, leaves turn to green;
Time will only tell the tale, of this tragic scene.
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