My Trapped Cedars
Evergreens, not passing as beauty queens
Along a fence line, there are three of them
Great trees to make a big and splashing scene
But the metal fence is intertwined with their limbs
And their chances of survival are slim
Stump-grinding will destroy them and the fence
So, leaving them there is my best defense
Imprisoned, their potential is doomed
And their growth is hampered, I am convinced
Music played with the wind is out of tune
050920PSCtest, Dizain Poetry. Sotto Poet Rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd. 3P
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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