The remaining trees stood like soldiers,
With an army of dead brothers at their feet
The remaining people moved on like
Fish swimming upstream,
The remaining memories were the ones
That weren’t devoured by the twister,
The ashes fell like snow
Covering the ground in a blanket,
The gray, bleak, ashes contain
Burnt memories of past times,
The ashes covered the partial remains
That survived the devastating wild fire,
There is always a rainbow at the end of a storm
No matter how big or small
There is always someone there to help you
Through the tough recovery process
There is always a chance to start over new
Everything happens for a reason
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My Poetry
DiversosThese are a few of the poems I wrote in my poetry class. They aren't the best... so I'm sorry about that... ENJOY!!
