Strong Standing Tree Poem by Bridget Zitzelberger
Strong Standing Tree
In the heat of the day,
outside i stray
away from home away from noise,
oh how ever am i to make a choice,
mother yelling brother screaming,
a loving family is what i'm needing.
Trees grow so strong and tall,
They are me for they do not fall.
oh how i wish to be a tree,
but i am not for i am me,
So back home i wonder,
to my brother and mother,
To try and be the tree i was meant to be.
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