Yew Poem by Rosi Caswell
Yew
Guardian of the churchyard
Where silent souls abide.
Your towering strength and sturdy boughs,
Shoulder grave stones, side by side.
Your eyes have seen the mourning
And the many tears that flowed,
But in quiet celestial peace you stand
As the desolate, walk the road.
You stand there Universal,
And your comfort you extend,
For when they look up to your branches,
They know in truth, there is no end.
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4/18/2024 12:24:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem - you may like to read mine entitled The Yew Tree.