The Tree
Sprawled across the track
it lay like some stranded whale,
the dead tree,
centuries old, finally fallen.
No more summer breeze or winter winds,
Just so much wood to be dismembered,
gross, dead, silent and rotten.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2009
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