The Dogwood

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    The Dogwood
    Once perfect and straight
    The dogwood tree
    Until they hung Jesus
    That fateful eve

    Dark clouds gathered
    And thunder roared
    The day the dogwood
    Held my Lord

    The flowers bestowed
    On the dogwood of now
    Shows how the blood
    That day ran down

    The beauty of the dogwood
    Yet, no longer tall
    Cause it held the Messiah
    To save us all

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    wheelsal commented on The Dogwood

    07-30-2009

    Bitter with the true and not a bad write. Sally........
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    lonewolf commented on The Dogwood

    07-30-2009

    well written. excellent poem and excellent story. i heard this one before.
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    stephenmichael commented on The Dogwood

    05-01-2009

    A Poem of sweet nature...Of the Cross...I like this...Thank you...stephenmichael...
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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