Unmoved Poem by bryan wallace

Old ash tree I salute you,
You stand tall and majestic
For many years, how many
I can only guess.

You've seen it all -
World wars,
War of Independence,
Civil war
And rumours of wars.

Lovers through the ages
Have carved names on you
While generations of sheep
Sought shelter ‘neath your boughs.

All past
And still you stand -
Unmoved,
In splendid isolation.
The present only touching you,
You remain unmoved -
True to yourself