The Haggard Yew Tree Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris

Old Yew that on the river bank is stood,
What have you seen and heard since first you rose
Between that grim and wild shadow wood,
And the gentle river that sparkles as it flows?
You saw the youths dance in those glimmering pools
In summer time. But when the night winds blow,
You hear the wail of dying prey as its blood cools.
You can not move, you must endure the two,
Horror and mirth, you are the haggard Yew.