On Reading Thomas A. Bonnick's Voice In The Wilderness Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Like the tree that falls
And no one hears the resounding echos,
Did it actually fall
And was there no sound at all?

Such it is when TAB writes
A poem that cries out for love, not spite
He ask readers to think and share
And yet must wonder, is no one there?

Once upon a mountain bleak and cold
The first days of spring bring forth bold
New plants that will soon be blooming
And a new generation is soon to be.

And the mountain will raise up its head
above the clouds
And say, I've done my best to sweep away the past
and look to the future.

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