A woodpecker pecked wood. <br /> <br /> <br />Pointed in dismay <br />arranged to be sharp, <br />my sword moves <br />a plain battlefield <br />of bloodspotted ink <br />which will stay. <br /> <br />Stained by fools <br />who never learned <br />to break the <br />walls of prejudices down, <br />i frown in surprise. <br /> <br />How can I start <br />a life that's never begun, <br />where can i put <br />my big little toe? <br /> <br />Shocked by my <br />clodded <br />tabula rasa, <br />i break down <br />and cry. <br /> <br />The field is grained <br />and dotted <br />with gray, black <br />and reds, <br />on a sunny <br />display. <br /> <br />A woodpecker <br />pecked wood, <br />misunderstood <br />and then stopped <br />to learn..... <br />to be good. <br /> Madrason 30-09-2010<br /><br />Madrason writer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woodpecker-pecked-wood/
