Have you sat under The Lonely
Tree,
taken a moment, had a day
dream?
Did you ever look, pause for
a while,
musing his past, did it make
you smile?
A whole life spent weathering storms,
crooked and bent, slightly
deformed.
Scarred and worn, bark partly
eaten,
standing up proud, still never
beaten.
What of the others, where
have they gone,
once there were many, now just
one?
Long it had been since
friend or foe seen,
so long it had been, for The
Lonely Tree.
If you are passing just stop
a short while,
pay your respects, it may
make him smile.
As time goes by, for you and
for me,
we all will become The
Lonely Tree.
Copyright
© 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe
