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Miles of shedding spruces,
subtle gusts swaying fragile limbs,
auburn needles dissolving into damp soil.
Hand's reaching into cobalt pick-up truck,
removing a rust-hued hand saw,
anticapating rejoice and celebration.
Knee's sinking into flaccid ground,
torso moving like a pendelum;
shards of aged bark fall to Earth.
Joyous smile across three face's,
as a 'crack' displays a fallen tree,
that will stand once more.
Merry, early, early, Christmas. As you can see, i'm already in the mood. :D
links? You know better mart
Coming tomm.
Knee's sinking into flaccid ground,
torso moving like a pendelum;
shards of aged bark fall to Earth.....
really liked those lines for some reason...."Flaccid Ground"...was just real poetic man
Yeah this piece was pretty cool....Just couldn't understand why this shoulda been titled family time.....and at the beggining the word usage and where the story seems to be going is just plain Creepy.
It's more personal. My Family and I go cut-down Chistmas Tree's.
get me links... PM me.