.3. Weeping Knots Poem by David Threadgold
.3. Weeping Knots
Knots in the timber
Once limbs of a tree
Sliced into planks
For both you and me
If knots could tell stories
When branches held nests
Where young birds could perch
Of the old owl who rests
Do you ever wonder?
If timbers could sleep
Or do they feel pain
Is this why some knots weep?
© 2008 David Threadgold
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Great rhyme about a touchy subject I am an activist for the random cutting of trees. I loved how you put the questions about pain, birds etc.Great poem as always
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 11:05:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful! 10! I have some 100 yr. old Maples in the front drive of my farm. One year we had a warm winter day and the tree began to weep it's lifes blood of sap. However it had quickly turned cold once more, freezing the sap that had slid itself down over the coach lantern I have hanging on it. It looked like some caves formation. I took a photo of it and it now hangs on my wall. Trees are such beauty. I think sometimes I can hear them singing in my woods. But, that's just the romantic in me talking. God Bless, Linda