I Am a David Too
In a barren wasteland I stand;
Amid sticks and bones that once
Haunted my soul.
Memories gone of not so long ago.
Dandelions once played in a lush of green;
A bear came calling after me.
Visionary of epic said I would be free.
Its eye in death has not yet closed.
David and I with a sling
Thrown at the Mark
Only his was stone
Overlay this bear with death and look beyond at the budded tree.
April 8 2016
Copyright © Christy Teas | Year Posted 2016
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