My trunk has greyed,
my body bent,
my branches twisted,
from years of beating sun.
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Bob I think if we had written poetry from an early age it just would not have the impact it has now, .. I love allegorical poetry it makes us think and this is a brilliant example... Bob with your maturity has come a finely chiseled charactor...Although we have never formally met I am proud to call you friend... best regards Alf
I love the first line you have used here Bob, it opens the piece up in a tantalising invite to read on and on - and the picture of un-ending life in all it's forms is wise and so well described. thank you. - best wishes from Fay.
Cycle of life indeed. Nature has a way of using every last resource. A thought-provoking poem, Bob. Nice work. Love, Fran xx
Bob, the cycle of life very well illustrated here within a tree. Should be food for thought for many. Great write my friend. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
Some atmospherically depicted facts of life here Bob... and some... don't believe a word of it! :) t x
Splendid piece Bob, taking on the role of the tree... outstanding insight!
The weather beaten good old oak tree stands tall, providing cool shade to one and all! It sees through many a generation pass and grow; it's acorns fall to continue life's grand show! 10! -Raj