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Thursday, March 1, 2012

That Gnarled Old Tree

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that gnarled old tree,
you thought was dead,
withstood the winter storms.
bare bent limbs reaching,
against odds to bud,
holding the sky
in a lovers embrace.
home to the sparrow,
the worm, and the squirrel...
shade to the weary,
a constant guide to the lost.
without name, without need,
rooted deep in the earth...

that gnarled old tree...
is me!
Eric Cockrell
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COMMENTS
Sam Aleks 01 March 2012
That’s funny I just wrote something about a tree too. This is probably more optimistic and whimsical though, wonderful.
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Dave Walker 01 March 2012
A really fantastic poem. I really love the last two lines.
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