The Moan Of The Pine Poem by Drax ...

The Moan Of The Pine



the almost silent moan of the pine
passed to the excited sycamore
it's leaves flapping
with news of the wind
and so to the garrulous ash
half dead leaves reanimated
rushing off cackling and cracking
dancing in swirls and twirls
like old ghosts no one fears

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
once I had this old place with no electric or neighbours close by, just the sounds of the trees on a quiet evening. Pine trees make a particular sound, the wind plays on them like a deep note on a trumpet far away...
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Drax ...

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Tyrone, Ireland
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