A Century To Immortality
This wise old bulk twined and furled self mended throughout
She shows me her bark churning scars inside out
Sage sentry her silver green cascade caressing the blue
I plop on her half felled limb to pick gum from my shoe
Broken some storm ago during her long century stance
Her arm does make a most perfect perch to romance and glance
The old city hall by the falls where our two rivers meet
She whispers to me it's her insurance this seat
Long since the violent heave thrust back into earth I see
She has curled again skyward to emerge gold a new tree
17.09.17
Composed for Kim Rodrigues
"Personification Of Plant" Contest
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2017
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