Ten feet,
Thirty Feet.
Scratched Brown
old bone
stories to be told
but not sayin' a word.
The memories it holds
lookin hard to find
any hint or sign
raking the edge of my mind.
trying to go back in time
was it honest or commit some backstabbing crime,
the symbols are right there to read
but the never taught us this in Pre-K
maybe one Day
I will know what these bones are trying to say.
