When it All Falls Down Poem

When it all falls down
again
What do you tell me
What do you say to me
that it was good while it lasted
that the branch always breaks
and falls
every time
into the leaves
and just lies there
waiting for me
to pick it up
to pack it up at supper
and serve it with a kick
of can do
can make it
do care
does matter
When it all falls down
again
When it all falls down
again
When it all falls down
again

Indigenous Man by Agnes Cherokee Rose Sarje Thomas

Indigenous Man
Agnes Cherokee Rose Sarje Thomas
Agnes Cherokee Rose Sarje Thomas

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Ruins beneath an Old Oak Tree

ruins

Ruins beside a tree
Did they argue or sing
as they dug the root cellar,
as they made these bricks?
They lived their lives
beside this old oak.

I can hear their laughter,
the children calling to each other
as they ran beneath the limbs.
You have to be an old oak tree to remember the laugh,
to hear them run beneath you.

Someone has moved the pile and have built
a new house beside the tree now
pioneers of the internet
the cell phone
and they argue about the bricks
that built our country under that oak.
Is that hope I see in the distance,
old tree, or
a mirage of hope?

david michael jackson