Tuesday 27 November 2012

Ancient Tree


Look at me,

I’m an ancient tree!

Been here since 1543.

I’m fissure-filled but dry-rot free.

My trunk, my crown, my canopy,

have rich bio-diversity:

beetles, bats, the bumblebee.

I’m living, breathing history.

Yet from where I stand

there seems to be

very, very, few

who see

you

really

must

look

after

me.

8 comments:

  1. Love the shape of your poem, Matt! Great rhythm to it, too.

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  2. love the voice of this old soul.

    ~ a tree hugger

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  3. I love the way the voice dwindled at the end - the plea.

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  4. Oh, this tugged at my gardener's heart, hard! Lovely poem. Thanks, Matt.

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  5. Oh, I adored it on Facebook...and I adore it here too. This week I've been reading lots of Kristine O'Connell George's OLD ELM SPEAKS. Her trees would be good friends with this dear one. Happy PF! a.

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  6. Coming to this tree-shaped poem after Ed's flag of words flying half-mast is a little startling! Did I miss the memo on writing concrete poetry this week? :-)

    Love the voice of this tree...and her reminder to us to take care...

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  7. Love this--GREAT meter and rhyme.

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