Wonder The Story

I used to live between in a place where

Stonewall Jackson got his nickname, and

Where the DC sniper took the life of

Yet another victim.

There was a tree that stood steadfast

Behind my house.

It had a rusty piece of metal that

Stuck out of it and was lodged deep into

The center rings.

It was too high to reach, so

I wondered about its story.

All the who, what, and why’s of

That piece of metal.

Civil War artifact? Possibly.

My neighbor cut the storied tree down

To build a new deck, ironically, made of wood.

How fast we move on

Without ever truly knowing life’s true stories.