Author: merja
Date:Mar 25 2007
I wrote a poem to you
the wind tore it from my grasp
and tossed into the sea
it was never seen again.
I engraved your name in a tree
and scarred the poor thing's bark
it died the next winter;
farmer cut it down in the spring.
I thought I'd build you something
a monument commemorating you
but the funds never appeared
and now I'm done trying for you.
12MAY97