Brick Beam

M.E.M.

My rough exterior catches the eye of all

The sun beats down on me,

yet I do not sweat.

 

I offer support

from a long days learning

Protection from the sun up above.

 

I take hits, kicks, and punches

from unruly teenagers

Nimble fingers mark out invisible paths

in me.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 19th, 2021 10:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Created 2017. Comments welcome!
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 35
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