This is a re-write on an earlier poem. To read the original click HERE
A Lonesome Survivor
Its shapely leaves adorned heads of ancient kings
Provided shade for lovers on long summer days
Sheltered travellers through cold winter nights
A resolute beacon in an ever changing landscape
Scared by the embrace of a hangman’s noose
Grown strong from blood of lives lost long ago
Sired generations that built ships of the line
Framed buildings and bridges spanning time
On a windswept hilltop stands a solitary oak tree
Old and weary this majestic sentinel silently waits
Bark gnarled and twisted, bursting with memories
A lonesome survivor of rituals from a bygone age
Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.
The Bowthorpe Oak in Bourne, Lincolnshire, England. Photo by Beth Moon.
A Blog Less Traveled 
I like the original, but prefer the re-write. Tis a fine piece on trees indeed.
– sonmi upon the Cloud
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Thank you. I am not sure what made me do re-write but I like it better also. 🙂
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