It stands weathered and wrinkled afore my eyes;
It's great trunk creased and marked by years.
Blown by the wind other trees shake and sigh.
But wind's attempts my hundred-year tree defies.
Thickets of ivy sprout from resilent roots,
But leave the ancient russet of bole untouched.
Even the moss pays my King of Tree's tribute;
Birds songs are sweetest on the branches of repute.
The tree in the picture above was the one that inspired this poem. It actually looks a bit pathetic now that you see it here, along with my poem, but I want you to know that I wasn't making an exaggeration. Standing under that tree was magnificent...breathtaking...words can hardly describe what that ancient tree is to me.
It's great trunk creased and marked by years.
Blown by the wind other trees shake and sigh.
But wind's attempts my hundred-year tree defies.
Thickets of ivy sprout from resilent roots,
But leave the ancient russet of bole untouched.
Even the moss pays my King of Tree's tribute;
Birds songs are sweetest on the branches of repute.
The tree in the picture above was the one that inspired this poem. It actually looks a bit pathetic now that you see it here, along with my poem, but I want you to know that I wasn't making an exaggeration. Standing under that tree was magnificent...breathtaking...words can hardly describe what that ancient tree is to me.
1 comments:
Awesome Jo, could you put up some songs so I can watch them at school because youtube is blocked. Tx Bye!
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