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Fallen Tree Requiem
I place my hand on
your cracked bark
you look so foolish
lying down
after all those years
of proud and tall
just worm food now
with not one leaf to wave
If you could speak
would you tell of
battles with the wind
storm locked nights
and nesting birds
who woke you gently
with each dawn
Those unseen roots
in view at last
such dark mystery
you hid so well
now point skywards
your naked secrets
blinking rudely
as out of place
as a marooned fish
And now I sit
so quiet and still
astride your mighty trunk
wishing I had brought
a blanket large enough
to cover these final
embarrassed moments
of your life
to preserve what modesty remains
before I warm up the chain saw
Published 20th Dec 2009
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
21st Dec 2009 1:31am
the ending is A.like it.
21st Dec 2009 10:15am
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Anonymous
22nd Dec 2009 5:11am
and vaguely sombre reflection upon nature. The 'marooned fish' similie was lovely:-)
22nd Dec 2009 9:11am
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