Robert Gilchrist

Rookie - 346 Points (14th August 1952 / Dunedin, New Zealand)

The Oak - Poem by Robert Gilchrist

From the mighty oak
Structures of antiquity are wrought
Time stands still
Layers of substance
Deposited like slow moving molasses
Establish the foundations until
The craftsman applies his chisel
And axe
To expose the heartwood
And tell his story
In sap and sawdust.

Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work, oak, trees, wood


Comments about The Oak by Robert Gilchrist

  • Dannalee Williams (8/3/2016 2:20:00 AM)


    It is an amazing poem that has been written beautifully but what is better is that it isn't just written for the sake of writing it feels like it has a true meaning to you and can be related to by many (Report) Reply

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (8/3/2016 12:59:00 AM)


    The craftsman applies his chisel
    And axe
    To expose the heartwood.....very fine poem....... structures that stand wind and weather are created by artists of all time......... thank you dear poet. tony
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  • Menato San (8/3/2016 12:17:00 AM)


    Beautiful poem.keep up (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (8/2/2016 11:28:00 PM)


    A wonderful poem, Robert. I enjoy working with wood and appreciate its versatility (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 15, 2016


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