Like cyclops (with one eye) , like octopus (arms that encompass) ,
the wound of lost elm limb (a bull's eye to witness home playground) ,
stares down what would harm me, the sun's rays that burn! Trunk's strong branches
and leaves put a lid on skys' depths like a beach binds an ocean.
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Superb poem friend. I quote No class you belong to but skin (if you don't leave your station!) " No class" if you stay where you are! Is a fool one who prospers? Who prospers, deserves a reward for good luck, who abandons his family, friends, church, and home for own gain's my best ally.
A poem full of wisdom. I was especially amused by the last line. I once read a book by an American Indian, whose name I don't recall at the moment, but I do remember the title of the book: Custer Died for Your Sins
It is a 5 Star poem for me. Thanks for sharing your poem.