The Lone Fighter
A young tree stands amongst weather
Strapped down with only a small piece of wood and leather
It’s been beaten down by wind and rain
It’s been left alone to cry in shame
Left aside in a harshest environment
Its bark is almost torn off
The tree is pitched toward a sloping trough
No one fertilized it before the winter
Soon it may look like a giant splinter
But the young tree still stands up tall
He’s fighting through a mighty snow squall
The salt from the road has left him weak
It looks like things for him, are pretty bleak
The years wined by and the tree still stands
With a sad spirit and a wounded bands
It tells a story of the years of pain
And all the damage it disdained
He stands today with a slight pitch to one side
It’s the love of God that’s kept him alive
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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