Friday, 1 March 2013

The Lonely Tree

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

1 comment:

  1. Lovely poem, Mike. Puts me in mind of an elm tree opposite our house that My dad found figured in an engraving of Joseph Priestly's birthplace. They chopped it down when they widened the road, despite my dad waving his arms and bellowing that it was an historic monument.