Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 27, 2015

Fallen~by Neil Perry




Since I can no longer do it,
I remember when I could,
And feel a tinge of sadness
Looking at a piece of wood,

I remember that tree budding –
Branching up into the sky,
With its arms outstretched to heaven –
With the birds and butterfly;

Now I am a man of sorrow
When I see that broken tree –
Nearer earth, and not near heaven,
That had grown so wild and free.


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