Apple Tree Poem by Rory Hudson
Apple Tree
The other day I lopped an apple tree
that cried out in the wind, and shed its pain
in shrieking shafts across the wintry land.
I took an axe and hacked and hewed
until the branches tumbled one by one.
Rain beats down bitter on a muddy waste
and corrugated fences clatter in the wind;
a pile of broken branches rots in earth;
naked, a tree is shivering in winter’s deathly grasp.
well I dont know whether this apple tree apply to some person.... i mean i felt my limbs and arms were crashed by some one...and wrote a poem too called 'The Mesmerizing Chainsaw'... either way i liked your imagery...you ve painted so very well..thanks 10 ++
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4/23/2024 9:08:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Certainly paints a bleak scene. However, that apple wood will smell good on the fire. (Sorry, not trying to be metaphorical!) . -chuck