August
25, 1983 5:29 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Sapling"
Heed you the tender sapling For it bends very well Leaves fall yearly Bark grows In time the tree grows erect And the old bark scars Green branches grow on high And the old bark receives cuts The tree forgets the sapling And in time nothing can bend it Or shape it Along comes mankind with a chainsaw
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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