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Through Roots and Decay - a poem by Shannon Blood

Through roots and decay

find heartwood weakened, hollowed.

Hers the final force.

Once olive young and striking

surface flesh now reddish brown

Hers the final force.

Old specimens cause confusion,

interested only in bruised youth.

Hers the final force.

Shannon Blood wrote her first poem at age eight and hasn’t stopped scribbling since. Most of her poems take shape when she wanders on forested trails or mountain paths. When not chained to her desk spinning policy, Shannon dreams in color and rhyme.

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