The Bending Tree
"Guts and gain trap your more likely to stand on the hill"
a tree that's now the oldest of ten has become so weathered and oddly thin
but blood continues to flow in every scratched and surface of my skin
Once a growing seedling no weeds would dare crawl in and a stone was cast a back
all my little saplings would love me under the shade like a small animal pack
they knew I would always kneel over them with no form of slack
My branch is starting to bend but calm I stay rooted looking up at the dawn
at ease with a gentle wind my soil now lumpy and dry
no one comes with water to rest my troubled soul or even a word of good-by
You see, sometimes you give and sway no matter the need or strain
but when this old tree is bending low and money is no longer a flow
just a whisper upon my ear gives me the honor for a new branch I may grow.
T Reams 9/9/2015 Contest sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Placed 7th 'Who do you think I am'
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