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
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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9/18/2024 11:47:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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.
Thanks you Nosheen. Yeas indeed, nature is eloquent.