Here I sit,broken hearted,
thinking of my dea
departed.
Since you're gone,life's
hard to bare.
Where you've gone,I
know not where.
We laughed,We played,
We cut up wood.
Just like Paul Bunyon,
I knew we could.
I loved you through our
cares and woes.
I really hated to see you
go.
So, here I sit,so
sad and blue.
No way to tell you,
that, I still love you.
Categories:
bunyon, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
I am a tree
in a forest of many
petrified
people use me
for shade, warmth
to remember the moment
as they carve their names
upon my soul
Kindling they say
for I've no family
the forest is dense
and yet I stand lonely
I am ready
my final act
to perserve mankind
where art thou Paul Bunyon
Categories:
bunyon, death, life, nature,
Form: Free verse