There is a Tree be it Near or far ,
That One Black day hence a large Gasket made.
Its there now growing under Heavens Sun:
Absorbing the foul Carbon dioxide,
Producing Oxygen, Cleaning the Air,
To Drinking the Cool unceasing Rainfall,
And Standing throughout Heat and Cruel Frost,
Basking in all that Nature can endow.
Maybe Mother laid me there one fine day:
Maybe I climbed aloft when a small boy:
Maybe one time a timid Sweetheart kissed;
Carved her name in some Passionate red heat,
Or sat beneath, Composed a line or two,
Enwrapped in a Book by the Haworth Girls.
And every year Growing and getting Strong,
While the days are Numbered for yours truly.
No doubt we'll meet again some solemn day,
When it's Tailored for my eternal rest,
For - I can feel it's Presence in the World:
A Shadowed Stalker keeping it's distance.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Bit of a Downer. So let's lighten things up. 'There was a lady from Venus, Who...'. Well maybe next time.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Dark and a shadow this poem follows the writer in growth as a shadow grows longer with dying day. It is foreboding and haunts as it hunts. Well done Kevin
Thank you. I'm Reading to much Philip Larkin I think. Appreciate your Comments.
You are most welcome Kevin
Feels like life and death are two sides of the same coin. 🙏🕊️
Yes. Thank you for Reading this.
Most welcome, Kevin🙏🏻🕊️
Excellent work.
Thank you. Appreciate you taking the time to Read it and Comment.
Kevin…there’s a real gothic tenderness in this piece that I enjoyed a great deal. The tree begins almost ecologically grounded…breathing, drinking rain, enduring frost…but slowly becomes something larger and more intimate, tied to memory, youth, romance, books, and finally death itself. By the end, it feels less threatening than inevitable…a patient presence “keeping it's distance.” And then your closing author note immediately swerves into humor like a Monty Python curtain pull. 🤣 Beautifully balanced work, my friend. Strong writing. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
'Spam Spam Spam. Glad you enjoyed it. 👍
Thanks for the Fave.
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