Weathered tree high aloft
Lonely, barren mountain top
Not fit for bird or even shade
It marks where my body’s laid
Resting Place
10
Feb
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Posted by Beatnik du Jour on February 10, 2015 in poetry
Tags: barren, beatnik, bird, death, forgotten, loss, love, mountain, poem, poetry, tree, weathered
Wanton Rose
February 11, 2015 at 3:38 pm
I will be by your side.