These Trees
written by: Roger Turner
@titansdad
Way down south
beneath the line
where stories muddle up
with time
there are some trees
leaves of green
and flowers white
decorate the
southern night
from these trees
branches marked
but not by time
burned out by
jute and knotted twine
from these trees
close your eyes
and think when
these trees
were weapons of the men
these trees
nothing grows
out from the root
of these trees
no strange fruit
on these trees
once the fruit
that hung up here
filled many folks
with mortal fear
of these trees
not apples, pears
grow here today
and no strange fruit
of Billie Holliday…
grow on these trees
DECEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I live in London, Ontario, Canada. I have published a few books "The Christmas Ponies", "Sarah and The Christmas Ponies" among others on amazon. My tastes run to Stephen King, but reach from Dr. Suess, and Shel Silverstein. I love golf and old films and anything related to old Las Vegas. I am married to the love of my life, Megan, and have been for 19 years.
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