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Alder Trees

The low sun glitters through the alder trees,  
I'm walking home through willow leaves; this fen  
is so familiar - felled by a disease,  
That birch has lain there ages - maybe ten  
Years, since it crashed from the graceful heights;  
And gave a place for me to take a rest,  
Sometime alone - I'd look up at delights:  
The fluffy clouds that passed; but it was best  
When he was there and bade me cut a switch,  
From that same fallen tree; and had me bare  
Myself, so he could satisfy his itch  
To taste the power of discipline and dare  
To strike me hard until the day was done;  
As alders witnessed under that low sun.  
 
(With thanks to Taryn for the picture)
Written by SweetOblivion
Published | Edited 26th Nov 2018
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