This is one I wrote when I was a kid, it's not too bad and I thought I'd put it out and see what other people thought. I have quite a few poems written and as I get them off my other computer, I'll post them.

Bristlecone

Eking out existence

In the cold cold stone

To be alone forever

Because no other could survive

The winter storm

But living here has left it's mark

Where other's may be straight

This one is gnarled and twisted

But still it lives on