justin byerline

Rookie (09-30-1980 / springfield illinois)

The White Oak Tree

Poem by justin byerline

Let it go
Let it flow
Watch the grass grow
Insted of falling back
Into the old burlap sack
What should i do
When the only one around is in my shoe
And the only tim she is around
She is singin the blues
And lookin for a clue
To find a way back
To what she always knew
Which leaves me in an empty room
Without a flower to bloom
Sweeps me into a pan
With some dirty used broom
Give me a way
Somehow i say
To make it all go away
So it will just be me
Under a White Oak Tree


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 3, 2005