Clouds pasted onto the mountain side
Spears of sunlight piercing through
Shadows playing seek and hide
Around the crippled ancient yew
The missing limbs fill empty space
Where tall tales veiled in mist
Linger on endowed with grace
Old memories that still exist
Deadly longbows treasured in times of war
Old furniture showing off the burr
Yew memoirs of ancient lore
Immortalizing this noble fir