Spruce Tree, With Boy Stuck In It Poem by james watkin

Spruce Tree, With Boy Stuck In It



None of its blown shade
Shakes for a concern.
No one thing falls off;
Least hardened armour!
Still not relenting
In airs' storm-picture.

Upward all the way
From its ancient root
Not one needle's wince
Of a perturbment!
More so from out bough
Of climbing's extent!

Sunday, December 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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