THE HANGING TREE
THE HANGING TREE
Walking around in a daze
Thinking of my lost love
As I'm walking I come to a tree
To my eye's what do I see?
Names, dates and times
Flowers, pictures and rhymes
The rhymes are not of the same
But yet they are peoples words of pain!
Hearts, arrows and words never more
Pain, sane, never the same
Just a few to explain
As I read on I come to realize
The poems are cries for help
And pleas' for death
I then drop my head in prayer
To say I'm sorry and to prepare
This poem was done by Mark Studer and given to me for use on this page! THANK YOU AND MARK .....you will always be LOVED!
FOR YOU MARK!
I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE!
I WILL ALWAYS CARE!
YOUR BRAT!