That Gnarled Old Tree Poem by Eric Cockrell
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!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
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5/4/2024 11:24:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That’s funny I just wrote something about a tree too. This is probably more optimistic and whimsical though, wonderful.