rocking horse
By aiwaz
i was the tree singing in the woods chopped down by chainsaw one afternoon dragged and hauled to the stinking mill cut into planks with uniform flanks and sold to the store on the hill bought by a carpenter with sure strong hands lovingly cut shaped and polished painted with orange and blue pure varnish carved into the horse that you became back and forth back and forth rocking my wood as i squeak my hearts wish Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 05:33 PM PST 0 • 8
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"i was the tree singing..."