A Lonesome Survivor
Its shapely leaves once adorned the heads of ancient kings
And provided shade for lovers through long summer days
Giving shelter to travellers on dark and cold autumn nights
Scared by the darkened embrace of the hangman’s noose
Roots grown strong with the blood from long lost lives
Sired generations that framed buildings and ships of the line
In a barren windswept field stands a weary oak tree, old with time
A majestic sentinel with twisted and gnarled bark full of memories
The lonesome survivor of rituals and ways of life from a bygone age
Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.
The Bowthorpe Oak in Bourne, Lincolnshire, England. Photo by Beth Moon.
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super well thought out piece. My head was able to envision this tree, standing wise, old and steadfast.
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful my friend 💕
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