Defences.
Why do they stubbornly stand to be blasted ?
Too early knarled,
painfully bent yet bravely alive.
their ironised knuckles
bear marks of much struggle to stay upright..
How do they do it I ask ?
Fine webs of under-ground lace hold fast
tightly on rock's granite face.
Fragile white rootlings mock weak
yielding to looming tempest
for their death-tight, strong-as-steel
cling to outright success
means seedlings plant stouter feet
in deep-dug unseen defences.
Underneath fortress of meant defiance
beats storm's power, a trunk
that withstands external battering
knows life is not easy on top, force rocks
fibre but if rooted enough inside
self, a torn limb revives.
As the ways of a highland sapling tree,
So shall the traits of wise people be.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Ah yes those windswept Cornish trees, defiant of the weather.
And so in humans, strength to withstand lifes battering, strong and hardy souls. Carefully guarded soft interiors have immediate sensory contact with all encounters and a lifetimes risk assessment radar.
Well this comment makes a remarkable in-put to my tribute to moorland saplings and welcome too your points on how careful we need to guard "soft interiors" - a huge thank you D.A.
the juxtapositioning of the old tree and wise men/people is done superbly..... as is everything else about these words....... Neville
You are too too kind and my thanks as always for your support and encouragement after which I shall write on more confidently................. blessya dear friend.
Wonderful write Fay, I would like to think that the traits of the wise men could come to the fore and take us into a world of wonder.
Yes this troubled world need taking into more wonder dear Andy - thanks so much for your read and comment.
Good write Fay.
Its always been amazing to me to that the underground rootwork of a tree is more complex than what we see up above. This is a fine piece of work, Fay!
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