Christopher A Johnson

Rookie - 27 Points (Atlanta, Ga)

My Tree - Poem by Christopher A Johnson

Can you find my tree
Its the one in the back
with the broken limbs and dry bark
Its the one with dead roots
The leaves have long since vanished
They reaped then flew in the wind
forever not to be found
My tree is the one in the back
seperated from the others
lonley and desolate
The joy of seperation
The joy of exile

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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