It stood for years, but now it is dead,
Lying over on one enormous side.
Branches spread out like lifeless arms
There's nowhere now for Squirrels to hide.
Dark grey is the trunk that lies there
With bright white flesh exposed like a sore
The moss green of the north facing bark
Is contrasted by the red rot of the core.
A rogue wind in the dark killed this tree.
A steady blow would only have it bent.
It withstood strong blows for years before,
But this time a Hurricane was sent.
Autumn had not yet collected its dues
For the leaves were still attached.
Nature should have let them fall as usual
Before it had the Tree dispatched.
Lying over on one enormous side.
Branches spread out like lifeless arms
There's nowhere now for Squirrels to hide.
Dark grey is the trunk that lies there
With bright white flesh exposed like a sore
The moss green of the north facing bark
Is contrasted by the red rot of the core.
A rogue wind in the dark killed this tree.
A steady blow would only have it bent.
It withstood strong blows for years before,
But this time a Hurricane was sent.
Autumn had not yet collected its dues
For the leaves were still attached.
Nature should have let them fall as usual
Before it had the Tree dispatched.
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Author:
Phillip W Walter (
Online) - Published: October 9th, 2026 10:43
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
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Comments1
A grim picture and a sad loss of a landmark. Nicely written I kept asking myself it this was a metaphor of no matter how strong one is there is always something stronger to take you down. Well written
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