Level of Concouness
Borders Galashiels and Peebles
Sycamore Gap By Hadrian's Wall stood a sycamore tree
m cut it down for a world to see. Maybe the shoots will resprout
we heard an angler say.
Her smiled signaled her excitement
she was eager to reveal
something more than elegant
a cloth would conceal
startled by it's
magnificents
I gasped upon the sight
the exquisite beauty
an antiqued technique
liked distressed it shines
in the dimmest of light
nighttime does it best
The Hadrian Sycamore
a well storied detail
she used the natural of night
it secrets she would reveal
They crafted a picture frame
on each corner was a
scarlet red
the shimmering golded hue
each corner brightened
with red
it glory stems
from the crafters sorted works
the grooves of embossing
carved with an artisains detail
again the night
sold the peice some wanders to conceal
all strangers of this
aren't as novice as they seem
the stuff of story
sort of like a dream
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2023
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