Emma Gregory Poet I do not know?

Empire of the Forest

Whistles of a lifetime
Whispers in the leaves
Haunting moans and aching groans
Warning feathered thieves

Many stand together 
Yet none can ever talk 
Lonely days and lonely nights
Lonely time for thought

Wrinkled skin of wisdom
Bare flesh showing age
Roots that reach through earthy bars
To free them from their cage

Deep and almost silent
Their only voice would be
But never said and spoken not
Desirous to be free

Angels touch their branches
And leave them blossomed hair
Luscious fruit left gleaming bright
Upon the summer fair

Yet when the sky turns cloudy
And sorrow settles in
The lonely voice and bitter eyes
Remember summers kin

Whistles of a lifetime
Whispers in the leaves
Haunting moans and aching groans
Warning feathered thieves

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Lena Pate May 27, 2009 at 8:37 PM I enjoyed the pictorial images of the trees wrinkled in wisdom yet they are unable to speak. Nicely penned.

L'Nass Shango May 27, 2009 at 7:31 AM Love this ... thanks for such a privilege that I take to read and comment here ... only for the sake of love, my friend.

Laura Mckenzie May 23, 2009 at 5:22 PM Wow another Excellent write Emma how could I ever not have seen your work before? You are my newest favorite here on the soup! Again the way you express yourself is remarkable. Laura :)