Missed

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Missed.

 

For height, girth and spread
folk said
there was never one like it.

 

Weighing a train-load with
oaken coat on
it took every seasonal gale.
and bulk survived.

 

Winter blasts groaning thru'
naked branches
tore down good fire-wood
but sagely magnificent 
it withstood many decades
of weather behaviour,
sheltered all feather and fur
over generations,
made lovers a hiding place
but now it's not there.

Yet I see a sapling has been
fighting for air
and some say a gone-tree's
ghostly presence
can urge spurts of growth
in its successor.

I sincerely hope this is so
for all who pass by
that one-time great oak
surely must sigh as 
its memorable shape will
be mightily missed.

 

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2021 02:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Saxon Crow

    How much the land has been shaped and changed. So many such places are now beyond memory.

  • L. B. Mek

    'Yet I see a sapling, has been
    fighting for air'..
    and that's just enough - ain't it
    for us, to anchor our Hopes upon
    and somewhere - far
    Nature knows this, to be true
    that's why
    there's always been a 'But - for', in every
    cataclysmic: event...
    (such an important message, dear Fay
    thanks for sharing)

  • orchidee

    A good write Fay.

  • Doggerel Dave

    A great English oak - one of my my favourite trees.
    Should be given an 'X' rating Fay - the though of it as firewood.....
    Here's hope for the sapling, but who knows?

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Great write, Fay.
    Sent me on a jog down a red dirt road where an Oak just like that still lives.

  • Thekkinkkattil

    The law of nature is for the old to go and your sapling to grow .Beautifully penned

  • Goldfinch60

    If only that oak could talk it would have some amazing stories to tell. Wonderful words Fay.

    Andy

  • Goldfinch60

    If only that oak could talk it would have some amazing stories to tell. Wonderful words Fay.

    Andy



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