Fay Slimm.

So Met.



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.


  • L. B. Mek

    what a haunting last couplet, questions of insightful observations, thought provoking - poking, gently guiding readers to corridors of better awareness,

    • Fay Slimm.

      Humble thanks for dropping by and feeling moved to comment so generously .

    • Lorna

      A great message for today's troubles and also paints a fine Wuthering Heights landscape

      • Fay Slimm.

        Grateful thanks Lorna and so pleased you enjoyed the verse.

      • orchidee

        I so met this poem (i.e. read it) and say, Good write Fay!

        • Fay Slimm.

          And I say Thank You for your visit dear Orchi.

        • Saxon Crow

          Takes me to the dales Fay. Lovely write.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Yes the wind bends trees on tops of most moorlands - thanks a load for your visit and comment S.C.

          • Neville

            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

            • Fay Slimm.

              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.

            • dusk arising

              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.

              • Fay Slimm.

                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.................

              • Michael Edwards

                Each couplet is is a gem in its own right - together they are just perfect.

                • Fay Slimm.

                  What a generous compliment your comment gives to my thoughts on these wind-blasted trees - - sending a load of thanks dear Michael.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Nature finds its strength in so many ways and will always overcome humanity.


                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Your comment touches the truth about Nature my friend. Thank you for sharing the thought.

                  • Joe Dawson

                    That tree puts me in mind of a whole seafront at Southport, all inclined inland by a tireless wind. No birds dare nest there not even an eagle. Super write Fay

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