Agent (an acrostic poem)

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All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low

Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them

Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat  

Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade

Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge

Wine (an acrostic poem)

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White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire

Its hints of sour apple and honey played with

Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level

Especially needed since she was watching her house burn

Bury (an acrostic poem)

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Beneath the soil, we planted our elders

Under the shade of the spruce and maple, it

Rooted our community in history

Yet few ever unearthed this resource, preferring to let the dead sleep.

Row (an acrostic poem)

Residing all along a line

Outside sitting on a bench of pine

Wolfing down the meal upon which they dine

Accept (an acrostic poem)

 

And this is the new normal?

Can’t we come up with something a bit better?

Create a tomorrow that makes yesterday seem like the Middle Ages

Except some pine for that yesterday

Pulling that familiar close to their bosom

The unknown is just too much to …