That Tree.
For height, girth and spread
they said
there was never one like it.
Weighing a train-load with
oaken coat on
it took every seasonal gale.
but was never stirred.
Winter blasts groaning thru'
nude branches
tore down good fire-wood.
Sagely magnificent
it withstood many decades
of weather behaviour,
sheltered all feather and fur
for 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
will have to sigh as
its memorable strength will
be mightily missed.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Just lovely Fay - some great lines - I have about a tree somewhere - must dig it out and post it.
you wrote this with sadness, but it is beautifully written with a heart. I can feel each word.Love it
Awesome write, living on a farm I am surrounded by trees, of every shape and size. I love them all
I love the poem and picture. Very nice Fay!
Metaphor for many things. But for me with love I trees I'll suffice with the oak. Here in Louisiana we have a saying, it takes a hundred years for them to grow and another hundred to die. Near our coast we have lost many due erosion and saltwater intrusion. Love the poem.
gorgeous words woven with insight and grace. i love trees!
There was no tree like this. The height of tree sincerely reflects hopes and it is very memorable. This is Sagely magnificent. It is withstood for many decades here. It takes every seasonal gale. An amazing poem with nice image and imagery is shared here.
Fay, I loved its nostalgic tone. The memorable picture of a giant tree whose existence graced our landscape. Beautiful poem!
I understand precisely why you felt compelled to write about the specimen oak that features throughout its own dedication here... perfectly poemed now for eternity.... N
You spoil me yet stir me by going back to my almost forgotten poetry - reading again the verse plus your comment I smile at your knowing just what I need.......... thanks for these words of inspiration mon cher ami..................... ever and muchly ......... x Fay
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