Twisted Pine
Formed from the sinew
Of the twisted pine
That bends to the wind
On the mountainside
In the summer glare
And the winter snows
Where the temper flares
Where the temper cools –
And in strength you grew
In twists and knots
On the alpine edge
Of a thousand rocks -
Sound of limb and lung
And of sturdy foot
For your Mother Earth
Where you cling barefoot
With a grip the worth
Of your granite birth
Your twisted root
And your taproot thirst –
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2024
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