I wear this earth of root and stone
As I wear this skin of vein and bone
The thunder in the midnight sky
Beats to the sound of my heart, in time
The winds that blow through these ancient lands
Are the air I breathe from these eternal lungs
The rains that fall and quench this place
Are the tears I shed upon my face
Every quake that jolts awake the earth
Are the steps I take as I walk this world
The stones they call to me and sing
The trees bow down at my very whim
The sun it greets me as its eldest friend
And the moon she knows just who I am
The birds, the animals all know my name
All love and fear what I create
All except the curse of man
Whose arrogance took you on a different path
The green turns grey through your lowly wisdom
And your blindness grows with every season
Remember me as the friend I am
Return to the ways of this ancient kingdom
For the old ways, like Spring are forever new
Just call out my name and be born anew
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's all about the old ways today!
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I love the flow of this tribute to old ways - - your pen evokes nature's acceptance of mans' arrogance yet warns with that "blindness will grow" - and the appeal of your final lines brought me near tears -- so this poem is going to my faves. for sure.
Thanks Fay. You're far too kind. Don't tell Lawless you almost shed a tear though!
Good write Crow. Ain't no tears need to be shed, except if hearing me sing! lol.
You too! I thought it was just me. Thanks Orchi
This recounts the feelings some of us can begin to experience in meditation among the forest trees or the barren wilderness where the wind levels all.
Encourages to step away from and outside of what we have become and return to the natural beast of this earth which we really are.
Got to go into my favourites.
Thanks DA. Nothing like old school
Those old ways were always right and we may, hopefully, one day return to them. Walking with nature can save us from the world.
As many know on this site I put very few poems into my favourites but this will be another one.
Great write SC.
Andy
Thanks GF. Ill pay you later!
I'll get my bill ready for you!
Is this awesome poem in all its imagery and lament about greenery and trees? I hope it is. You wrote it in a great poetic way wow. Kudos!
Pls Pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.
Thank you. The Greenman is a British pagan God of Spring, often depicted as a tree man.
Great work, really creates a vision
Many thanks 🙂
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