Tree

in front, in the yard
there was this tree
perfect for climbin
perfect to see
my town was lazy
nothin happened
it was just me
me and my books
and the tree
one day, in my tree
i saw all the police cars
racin by me
the deputy had been killed
i was thrilled,i was foolish
i was 12
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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