Down by Phanton's Tree

remembering the guys

Down By Phantom's Tree

Your soliloquy finds air
in roots deep of memory's keep
You answer yourself in prose rhyme
The beauty of it all feels like holy divine
You find your dead brothers kneeling in prayer
A thanks beckons from their humble lips
They see you in cares finest grip
Lastly you turn to life above ground
always remembering the tree of life's holy ground

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you Ana! Love your sneakers!

Regards,
Al

[Matching Socks]

Very moving Al. It's good to remember. It's not easy but it's good.