Not Just We Suffer
Sprinkled 'round is the shade
beneath the dieing tree.
Leaning to the left a bit,
almost upon it's knees.
As if begging for the water,
that from its crown it can see.
The home now vacant, foreclosed,
the landscape left thirsty.
it's not just families that suffer,
in this upside down economy.
For the contest:
Form Or Free, Up To Thee
Sponsor..Brian Strand
Placement: 5th
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