Phil Soar

Gold Star - 57,828 Points (28.06.1952)

Old Wood - Poem by Phil Soar

I watched it float by as I stood by the stream
A piece of old wood, from an unsightly tree
A yearly performer, now broken and torn,
Its branches were bare, and the bark very worn

But deep in the grass by the side of that flow
A seed left for years, was beginning to grow
A rising young upstart, just searching for light
To replace its forefather, and continue that sight

Topic(s) of this poem: nature, trees


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2017



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