David Saunders

David Saunders Feb 2013

Up in the air
Birds hunger to peel us.
In the field we all wander
Cutting grass with our teeth
It is survival.
Gums callused, and scabbed backs,
We have lived too long.
Steal the weeds before someone else,
and my back will scab.
Don't steal the weeds before someone else,
or I will starve.

David Saunders Nov 2012

I Can Truly Write A Poem

I am not sure,
I know how to write a poem,
I was always rather bad at it,

I think that it was because,
I had not time,
I had not inspiration,
I had not motivation,

I rather hope that it was because,
I had not time,
I had not inspiration,
I had not motivation,

I guess otherwise,
I am not sure,
I can truly write a poem.

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