Ode To Bones Poem by Dean Meredith

Ode To Bones



Berryman grows upon me
Now I can hear his words
Ghost of bones circling above
Our quietly grazing herds

Why did he jump? He was dying
Had done all he needed to do
Now his spirit is flying
So high above me and you

Friday, February 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: bones
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