The Forest

Rating: 2.9
Pear-tree.

By woodman’s edge I faint and fail;
By craftsman’s edge I tell the tale.

Chestnut-tree.

High in the wood, high o’er the hall,
Aloft I rise when low I fall.

Oak-tree.

Unmoved I stand what wind may blow.
Swift, swift before the wind I go.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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Margaret O Driscoll 24 March 2016
Simply short and descriptive
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