This beauty that stands before me
Unchallenged by the light of day
Or the four winds that surround her
For she has stood her own for so long
Offered her strength and shelter
For so long,
Become part, yet set within the
Ever changing feilds of time
This beauty that stands before me
She has grown through the ages
Held secrets never to be told and
Yet her wisdom seems to seep through
Every heartfelt hue,
Roots set deep and spreading
Branches that stretchout like hands
A comforting sight for onlookers
Who smile as they
Understand
This is really beautiful Duncan, a terrific pastoral poem. Best wishes, Andrew
One of my favourite trees Duncan, they are such a lovely sight as there leaves go copper. Delightful poem, and yes these trees could definitely tell some good stories. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
I like this Duncan. Poetry should be spiritual and capture the essence of humanity. You do that well with this. What is great here is the line 'A comforting sight for onlookers' because it is the only indication of an outside force (or objectivity) . It is totally at odds with the rest of the poem which is concerned with description. Yet in that one line you give meaning to why the description. what is particularly good is that you do not seperate it from the flow of the poem and so it seems incidental and yet is essential to the whole piece, because others are also a part of us. Wonderful poem mate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love the story...............................very good.