Tattoos in Mayberry

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A wounded branch on a leafless tree
hangs down near our balcony.
Somehow the branch keeps holdin on

through torrential rain,,
and pullin' storms.
Hangs on by the thinnest thread
branch finger blackened
almost dead.

But, if you look  closely
there's a patch of green
you must look hard
before it's seen.
A wounded branch
on a leafless tree  
a little like you
a little like me
I wonder why
all that wind and rain
has to screech and pout
at this wounded branch
on that leafless tree
with the faintest patch of greenery.

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

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