before the first american advisors
ever walked the soil of Vietnam
my neighbors had a pony
it died
i don't know where it's buried.
some days it's not difficult for me at all
to hear a ghostly whinny
right on target just the way
i think of you as
the axe laid on the root
of every tree
every tree
every tree
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: every tree
superb poem...full of emotion and mystery.....good elements for any writer....
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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