White Crosses Upon The Trees Poem by carolann crowley

As I drive by all I can see
white crosses upon the trees
And I wonder who was he
did he leave behind family

Racing in his small Datsun
One life gone no more fun

He just stopped to fix a tire
Bet some ones life he inspired

The next drifted off to sleep
How many did he leave to weep

Four friends on a joy ride
Hit a tree all of them died

Fresh flowers lying on the ground
When ever the family comes around

All that's left is a memory
And decorations upon a tree

Carolann Crowley REWRITE 1/6/14