Jack Buehring
Mr. Hussung
English III
November 5th
Webster Groves Suburbs
Cold and Crispy
Youthful spirits bask in the sun
Of their autumnal surroundings.
Always mobile, moving to
And fro betwixt the oaks.
One oak, solitary in its obstruction
Solitary in its destruction
Lays slain across the morning dew.
The children laugh and play
Around the oak, as if it were
A shrine of good times.
They know not of its’ story,
But the children play nonetheless.
Mr. Hussung
English III
November 5th
Webster Groves Suburbs
Cold and Crispy
Youthful spirits bask in the sun
Of their autumnal surroundings.
Always mobile, moving to
And fro betwixt the oaks.
One oak, solitary in its obstruction
Solitary in its destruction
Lays slain across the morning dew.
The children laugh and play
Around the oak, as if it were
A shrine of good times.
They know not of its’ story,
But the children play nonetheless.