Scraggy tree Old man of the earth Long forgotten, times of blossom Brittle boned Creaking with the aches and pains Of arthritic joints Spindly branches that reach like walking sticks Seeking a path To amble slowly Through another spring Basking in the warmth of the summer Dreading the winds the autumn might bring And the cold dank winter nights Chill him with to the bone Sometimes He feels so alone… Old man of the earth.
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zac mauer 22 Jun 2009
those spidery branches are awesome