The Tall Pines

Have you seen the tall pines
Where the hopes of yesterday
Grew strong and proud?
They fell to the hands of
Castaway dream takers.,
They stole them away.
The young poets and writers
Would cry and yell out loud
With pain and misery,
And the angst of words
To be written in blood,
Emotions to be shared
With the hordes of those
Needing to learn love.
Where are the words now?
Where are the tall pines now?
Will they grow back from
The ink spilt on the ground so cold?

~ CWylde © 2015

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