Another year passes
The old man is sitting in his armchair,
Looking out of the window,
Watching the birds,
As they are flying from tree to tree,
He remembers all the winters,
He spent in his garden when he was young,
Planting those same trees,
When they were just little saplings,
He remembers all the years that,
Those trees have been growing and slowly maturing,
He knows long after he has celebrated his final birthday,
All the trees in his beloved garden,
Will still be growing,
And still be giving food and shelter to the birds,
He wonders if in sixty years from now,
Will his grandchildren be doing the same.
By Christopher Tye
there is great visuals within this poem. I can see the old boy the trees, and the longing to know if it will be carried on....we all live in hope...enjoyed this read. Annette
Dear Sir, Life is like a tree. Rooted with great memories. Thanks for sharing. Diane
Read this amazing piece a lot of times. The content and the poem flows great :)
Beautiful, nostalgic poem, evoking emotions as we ponder at the passing of time, inclining to introspection. Lovely imagery.
Reflection of the passing of time beautifully written and the hope for the future for his grandchildren and their moments of quiet reflection, that is the simple joys and wonder of life!
Nice way to enhance the trees it's a nice nature poem and it's simple to understand thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cycles of life and the wonderings of our place and influence in larger cycles.