Everyone says that the lion is the king of the jungle. As for the king of the forest, that used to be me.
I was larger than the largest. My neighbors looked up to me.
The animals were satisfied with my bountiful harvest. Many came, and left full.
But now I have been struck with the incurable. Many tried to help, but failed. I am weak; the least are greater than me.
There must be a cure. Hope may be little, but it is still alive. Someday, hopefully, I will rise again. I am the American Chestnut.
~by S. Rose Williams
What a wonderfully-written poem!
“Thanks”
~S. Rose Williams as she smiles 😀
Very thought provoking, Rose! I had to read it a couple of times to understand it. Thanks for sharing and being a ‘guest’ writer on Faith’s blog. 🙂
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Hi faith this is kinsley that was a gorgeously written poem!!😃
Hi, Kinsley! It’s so wonderful to hear from you and thanks for stopping by my blog. 🙂