Spanning Time

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.

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The Bowthorpe Oak in Bourne, Lincolnshire, England. Photo by Beth Moon.

 

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A Majestic Sentinel

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.

XX Bowthorpe Oak.jpg

The Bowthorpe Oak in Bourne, Lincolnshire, England. Photo by Beth Moon.