The Poets Tree Poem by Matthew Holloway

So long and farewell
I may be immortal now
Not in blood or form
But in print and poetry
My words may never die
Though they may be forgotten
But still, still they will be there
Waiting, wanting to be read
To be heard, felt and known
Heartbreak, love, passion
Nature and the world about it
Burry me beneath a beautiful tree
That I may reach for the skies
That season may still pass
And yet the still remains
Something beautiful
Through each season
And every year
Name it the poets tree
And leave me here