So Met.
Why do young moor trees out-face each attack
with ironized knuckles and scars pummeled black ?
Bark, tho' wind-blasted and knarled stays alive
when gale-force determines no branch will survive.
How can fragile shoots beneath soil grow claws
as wild aim to split limbs becomes greater force ?
Battle of will-power births need for fierce fight
yet if rooted in Self sapling-strength can revive.
Like the stance of a moorland wind-bent tree
so met be life's lashes to challenge humanity.
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Fay Slimm. (
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what a haunting last couplet, questions of insightful observations, thought provoking - poking, gently guiding readers to corridors of better awareness,
brilliant!
Humble thanks for dropping by and feeling moved to comment so generously .
A great message for today's troubles and also paints a fine Wuthering Heights landscape
Grateful thanks Lorna and so pleased you enjoyed the verse.
I so met this poem (i.e. read it) and say, Good write Fay!
And I say Thank You for your visit dear Orchi.
Takes me to the dales Fay. Lovely write.
Yes the wind bends trees on tops of most moorlands - thanks a load for your visit and comment S.C.
I am always amazed at the sheer tenacity and drive to survive many of these moorland wonders must have to withstand the various ravages and forces that collectively conspire to try and destroy or kill them off .....
You describe them to a tree .. so ya do .............................................................. Neville
Great to have your thoughtful in-put to the message of tenacity my lines tried to describe on these moorland wonders that survive all the ravages these invincible trees.............. thanks for your visit Nev.
Its cos theyre Cornish. Gnarled and bent they may be but theyre tenacious and hardy. My family roots are in the far west of Cornwall, Firm and steadfast.
Ah - - trees being rooted in Self - - 'pon my word you hit on their secret of meeting wild forces head on and steadfast D.A. - . - tis becus they are Cornish and I never knew that before.................
Each couplet is is a gem in its own right - together they are just perfect.
What a generous compliment your comment gives to my thoughts on these wind-blasted trees - - sending a load of thanks dear Michael.
Nature finds its strength in so many ways and will always overcome humanity.
Andy
Your comment touches the truth about Nature my friend. Thank you for sharing the thought.
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