Behind the bark
The beetles bore
Majestic Elm tree
Once no more
A Dutch disease
Began the dying
Without a cure
No point in trying
Slowly from within
It rots all day
Till the leaves all die
And fall away
Gales may come
A tree to fell
Crash to the ground
Ending with a deathly smell
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One word. Beautiful.