The Family.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA irreverent stab at a nation of fools!It starts with a seed, white and pure, Soiled and brown by soil itself alone, A sprinkle of nature our life giver water, Careful now for it might just hit a stone. Resembling a weed at first peek, Squinting petals as it sees dawn's light, Pushing up to heaven at a trains pace, Yet getting no-where in this lonely fight. At last my first goal is achieved, My arms as green as grass, are free, But wait, there are others here to see, A lot bigger but yet the same as me. Years have passed, I'm now strong and tall, My trunk is full and sturdy in stature, My leaves come and go in all colours, All that is wrong is my tiny root fracture. Oh God help us all we hear the rumbling, See those orange caps coming closer by me, A roaring engine and spinning blades, Years old bark now stripped it has to be. Alas my beauty and power wasn't enough, The family has all been chopped down, At least the paper we make may be useful, Not even that can turn this horrid frown.
© 2011 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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Added on April 14, 2011Last Updated on April 14, 2011 AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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