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.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Created 2017. Comments welcome!
- Category: Nature
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