Death Of A Palm Tree Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Death Of A Palm Tree

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Straight as an arrow, reaching for the sky,
realizing that it'll never happen again,
because death has set in already.

Parading life rings around it's trunk,
holes made by weather and juvenile
delinquents.

No longer sprouting palm fronds, only
brown dried up branches from when it was
alive.

Friday, October 18, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,weather
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