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I had a dream
three nights ago,
I slept beside my buddy Joe,
our hats tilted to cover up our eyes.
You see, to me,
three nights ago,
I saluted my buddy Joe,
his time had come, a time we had denied.
We sat inside
a quiet room,
The crickets' chirping lit the moon,
An owl hooting in the dreary sky.
I gazed upon
His withered mind,
The crippled husk he'd left behind,
For it was about time for Joe to die.
A thousand hundred
stars gazed on,
poured from my eyes into the sun,
a memory for my friend Joe and I.
I pat his back,
I see him crack,
and try to give a warming laugh,
but all I manage is a choking cry.
He was my friend,
He was my foe,
but he was still my brother Joe.
I watch his spirit soar into the sky.
Silence booms,
and days go by,
and every night they fill the sky -
the teardrops that had, one time, left my eye.
Sometime I see
him, watching me;
he's sitting by that old oak tree,
upon which we would watch the time fly by.
- Title: That Old Oak Tree
- Artist: FuriazFTW
- Description: What it means to me...
- Date: 06/02/2009
- Tags: tree spirit death friendship syxxwolf
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Comments (2 Comments)
- UC Poika - 06/04/2009
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This one did it
drew me in
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- original288 - 06/02/2009
- awww..this poem has so much meaning
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