Golden Shovel: Trees
After "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer
I'm humbled by this fragile frame but
Wonderfully made he says I am. If only
I could see the roots and how far God
Is driving them in. My dull heart can
Barely see any good coming from me. I make
A mess of everything, but in a
Blink I'll one day be—raised again—an imperishable tree
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Written for November PAD by The Poetry Pub
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