Weather-worn wooden slats Held beside one another by wire Touching three locations, twisted three times in between Seaweed tangled And splintered Taken over by a vast land of sand
But not giving in completely. Tall grass adds to its earthy vibe as does the drift wood
Weather-worn wooden slats That have been through their hellish storms Still linked together through thick and thin
A piece of tall grass Tied around my wrist a reminder of staying strong through staying together