Challenges.
Why do wind-bent trees out face each attack ?
Bark, though whip-blasted and knarled stays alive
with ironized knuckles and scars pummeled black.
Could it be wise to note how they survive ?
How can fragile shoots beneath soil grow claws ?
Battle of will-power perceives gale's fierce fight
aims to split limbs but storm meets greater force.
Rooted in "Self" is how saplings revive.
Like the set leaning stance of moorland trees
so might life's challenges be met by humanity.
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Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Back with a wee bit of tweaking this tribute to wind-bent trees. Hope you enjoy.
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I have often wondered why the lone trees on the moors survive, the strength of nature is always amazing.
Andy
Yes amazing my friend - some trees live for years all bent and crooked by wind--blast. Thank you Andy for yet another visit and comment.
Good write Fay.
Thanks Orchi.
Yes indeed Fay for now i am taking on a bent and twisted stance myself. It will be interesting to explore what keeps us clinging to life as the daily storms batter.
Will power often my friend keeps us all out there in life's storms though a bit bendy and twisty......
Not all trees do as many folks here with inappropriately placed trees now sitting on crushed roofs will testify.
However here’s a survivor from the underside of the world:
https://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/collection/works/134.1975/
Not quite wind bent, but a survivor anyway…
Thanks Fay for posing the question – and I hope humanity does.
Wow - - I looked up your given reference to stubborn endurance and that tree deserves some sort of medal with all its insides eaten away................ Survivor it certainly is Dave - - is it still in existence today do you know. ?
....Plus half the root system exposed by possibly flood water erosion sometime you'll note.... An icon here for some....I have a reproduction on my wall.
Still survives (with perhaps some extra support) A tourist attraction I believe.
Thanks for taking the time, Fay.
'Rooted in "Self" is how saplings revive.
Like the set leaning stance of moorland trees
so might life's challenges be met by humanity.'
what an empowering, philosophical metaphor
of profound insight you've shared today, dear Fay..
(although, admittedly
when I read your description of 'wind-bent'
my first thought, after checking the picture again
was: 'that's a conservative wording, of uprooted') lol
Thank you for looking in once again L.B. and making a note of being rooted in Self for both trees and people as a way of survival. We have some good examples in nature I know you'll agree.
Good one, Fay. Have always marveled at the age of some trees. A bristlecone pine tree in California, estimated at over 4,800 years old.
Whooooo what an age for a tree and what that living wood has experienced too. Thanks Jerry for the interesting input to a fascinating subject.
I have a long fascination with the kind of trees and other fauna that you have so amazingly well described and depicted here my friend ..
their determination to survive against all adversity and in particular, often in the least likely of places is something I am in awe of ...
Neville ... x
You got in one word dear Nev............... 'tis DETERMINATION and no less that leads to survival. Have a peek at Jerry's note above of a Californian tree reaching extraordinary old age and Dave' s reference for viewing a survivor with no insides.............. x
................ tiz both done ... & sure enough, enlightenment followed ... thanks to all involved n truly 🙂
Brilliant! Hidden depths and hidden strength. Byt am i referring to the tree or yourself Fay?
Ha ha - - well that is the question with no certain answer my friend --- thanking you masses for your visit and comment on Challenges.
The will to live sometimes is stronger than the will to give up. ; )
My dear Fay,
I completely agree with AC’s comment!
I’m so happy to have read your piece...
especially on this day. You never disappoint me my dear Poetess!
Laura 🌻
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