Tall, Olden Spire,
Grandfather Spirit,
Towering over me as I plod,
Gracing my efforts with Dappled Shade
When the Sun beats down to scorch in blistering Tirade.
Protecting my languishing with Embracing Arms
When the Gales blow from the North to Twist and harm.
Singing in Sweet Mystery to ease my childlike fears
When hoarfrost Gathers and jagged ice falls and tears.
Living Master
Of Time, Resisting,
Watching, Silent, as I toil,
Spreading your Loving Boughs in Resplendent Hue,
Claim our seeking avarice before there are far too few,
Of You.
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~Morgan~
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Breathtaking Photography by: Carlos Henrique Reinesch on Deviantart.com
beautiful homage to the stately old tree, lovely as always. ๐
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Thanks Zippy ๐ Such a Lovely Old Soul….they are ๐
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Trees are some of my favorite things. Lovely poem!
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Mine as well and this fine fellow was just singing out for a poem ๐ Thanks so very much Michelle for being such a Beautiful Friend to me โค
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