Tuesday, June 7, 2011

An Old Board

An old board, leans against
my newly painted fence
solid - not hollow of sound.

Sun-baked and peeled
warped, he would wobble
if you laid him flat
bent upon the ground.
he could be counted on
despite a hole or two
maybe even a small nail
- or three.

But you see,
he's weathered many storms
sure, I may be newer
but that old board
he's still standing
and it's him, who's now

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