
Broken
Broken tree shades /
broken lives laid in graves, their /
names in stone and wind.
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Broken
Broken tree shades /
broken lives laid in graves, their /
names in stone and wind.
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Ditty
Oh, my Ditty do /
Unincorporated you /
Passing right on through.
Filed under 2018, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as David E. Booker, Ditty, haiku, humor, May, photo, poem, poetry, sign, town, unincorporated