Huge elm with rifted trunk all notched & scarred
Like to a warriors destiny
I love To stretch me often on thy shadowed sward
& hear the laugh of summer leaves above
Or on thy buttressed roots to sit & lean
In careless attitude & there reflect
On times & deeds & darings that have been
Old castaways now swallowed in neglect
While thou art towering in thy strength of heart
Stirring the soul to vain imaginings
In which lifes sordid being hath no part
The wind of that eternal ditty sings
Humming of future things that burn the mind
To leave some fragment of itself behind
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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