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READ BEFORE CONTINUING: If you want to know what this tribute is for, its for a field I grew up near all my life and I had some good memories in that grass. So now society is buying about 70% of the field, its sad to see, but they're building a new neighborhood....any who back to the poem, enjoy:
The wind rushing through the leaves,
as the memories sink into the sap,
Cutting down, the trees start to aggrieve,
disappearing in front of my own eyes.
Leaving a legacy in my heart,
covering it over with a new film.
The cement leaking through roots of the bark
that were once connections.
The brick walls surrounding the
foundation were once trees
protecting this field from being forgotten.
The trees protecting the memories that
were kept inside the saps of our minds.
Never going to forget those special retentions
shared between my friends, in reflections.
But alas the trees forever fall,
but our history still remains.
The wind rushing through the leaves,
as the memories sink into the sap,
Cutting down, the trees start to aggrieve,
disappearing in front of my own eyes.
Leaving a legacy in my heart,
covering it over with a new film.
The cement leaking through roots of the bark
that were once connections.
The brick walls surrounding the
foundation were once trees
protecting this field from being forgotten.
The trees protecting the memories that
were kept inside the saps of our minds.
Never going to forget those special retentions
shared between my friends, in reflections.
But alas the trees forever fall,
but our history still remains.
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