Old Trees Poem by Barry Middleton

Old Trees



the trees I watch
have now grown old with me
along the road
that knows my destiny

and still I watch
they seem to point the way
I must have faith
concealing my dismay

the trees live on
and wisdom does not hide
they do not grieve
the death they must abide

they catch the wind
they welcome winter rain
they feel no joy
they cannot know my pain

the road leads on
companions by my side
the way is clear
the trees are still my guide

Old Trees
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,destiny,life and death,trees
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nosheen Irfan 13 February 2017

Oh i love trees too. They stand silent but still seem to speak to us. Their presence is mighty. A great piece. A huge 10.

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Barry Middleton 13 February 2017

Thanks you Nosheen. Yeas indeed, nature is eloquent.

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Dimitrios Galanis 11 February 2017

Ι do see many similarities here with the distinctions I make in Friend's Memory between the river and the human feelings.You put it right too here, to feel the thinking subject in front of the neutral environment which exists in the way we think of it.

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Barry Middleton 11 February 2017

Yes indeed. Thanks for the comment. I also enjoyed your poem.

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