Tommy Arthur and the 2 trees (part 2)

I turned toward the tree limb belonging to the tree that grew alongside this one it was an easy jump really, not more than 4 or 5 feet perhaps I was a bit too cocky after all, this was Tommy Arthur other than the upper half of my 2 middle fingers on the right hand and even less of the left, nothing touched limb I was woefully short I saw ground coming quickly laced with broken coal chunks I smacked the hill face first awkwardly twisting slightly to the right just prior to impact Tommy and his friend respectfully asked if I was allright just before leaving, instinctively smelling trouble blood was shooting from an opening above my left eye at the upper corner of my forehead just below the hairline my white tee shirt was quickly soaked It was quite a relief when the cobwebs cleared and I realized I was alive and even more incredibly suffered no broken bones as far as I could tell seeing that I was facing no more than a few stitches to close a head wound my attention now turned to what good use I could make of my horrific appearance besides having a great story to tell my buddies

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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