Tattoos in Mayberry

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A wounded branch on a leafless tree
hangin down outside my balcony.
Holds on through
torrential rain,
pullin' winds,
and screeching storms.
Hangin by the thinnest thread
branch finger blackened
almost dead.

But, if you look very hard
there's a  faint patch of green
near the break it's
barely seen.
You must look closely
for you to see  
it's a little like you
and a little like me
I wonder
why all that wind and rain
has to scream and shout
at that wounded branch
on a leafless tree
with the faintest patch of greenery.

Melissa A. Howells
poetry adapted  into a  song 
By Buddy Bee Anthony

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