Weird Place
7/17/15
In a wierd place
for a year straight
Looking up watching the hawks fly
While being walked by
Regardless of if the plants and terrain got dry
The position remained the same beside a drain, and was always cockeyed
Easily I float in the wind
And many a times landed nearby a tire that started to smoke and spin
one side is blank
And covered with spots of paint
From a can that opened and spilled after falling out a crate
To this date
The other side has words that are great
So much so that many others could relate
If they only took the time to pick it up and read what it states
then just maybe it wouldn't all go to waste
If thats the case
And it quickly disintegrates
With very little trace
Then eventually it will turn into more molecules amid space
By: Dalton Ogletree
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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