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Scott Steldt Poem
Stand Alone
It stands alone all day long, diffident and so cold
Its shadow bares nothing, but a dark haze on the ground
At night it freezes
Nothing gives it warmth
It begs, it cries for some new rebirth;
Nothing towers over it,
Or cries for help down below
Oh, there is nothing
It only stands alone
Its base and roots are covered with rocks
Above it, there is only sky
Far in the distance it tries to see
But everything is a blur;
The wind blows it,
And the snow covers it,
No birds dare to touch it,
Nor any men try to chop it
Its leaves fall alone;
As this sad tree
Stands alone
His cordial heart is so full
It cannot give too much more;
The love of his life he adores
He calls her at night
When he’s all alone
He tells her his fears
And she can almost make them gone;
In his dream he sees this tree
And always asks himself,
“Why me;”
The fear covers him
This love is crushing him
All this while they have grown
But now he sees hey may only
Stand alone.
Copyright © Scott Steldt | Year Posted 2011
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Scott Steldt Poem
Their Lovely Story
Wrapped in a small red bow,
The box so fragile,
Never been opened before,
It’s been waiting for awhile.
Nothing special about it,
Only that it’s true,
The box has been waiting here,
And it only can be opened by you.
With tender and care
She unties the bow,
Unwrapping it just like so.
Placing her fingers to open the box,
She stares intently and realizes it’s locked.
He hands her the key,
That no one has ever had,
So happy she is,
And he, so glad.
The key fits perfectly
And the lock unsnaps,
Her heart trembles as she hears it unlatch.
She sees what is inside,
And places it in her pocket.
She’ll carry it
Forever,
And never drop it.
All his love, she will always carry,
Oh, isn’t it true,
This is only the beginning,
To their lovely story.
Copyright © Scott Steldt | Year Posted 2011
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