Matthew Brackley Poet Verse

My Tree

A beautiful tree
Grew
It faced the sun
Every day
New leaves revealed
Such magic
Has begun

I watched it grow
Over the years
I talked with it too
Just like a son
That I had come to know

Strong and true
It grew
And grew
Such beautiful branches and leaves
Every season
A new colour
I loved it too

A tree
That I knew
Had a heart
Of that I am sure
For that tree
Loved me

It whispered to me
In a language
Only I could know
For the tree
Knew me so

When I was a boy
The tree was young too
We grew together
Watching storms
Rain passing
The seasons too

I lived my life
With my tree
I became old
The tree…
Grew and grew

Before I was too old
I took my last walk
Down to my tree
To say a few words
To a member of my family

The last good bye 
To my tree
I accepted with a sigh
My own frailty 

Tears can shed upon
The bark
Of my tree
I will not last the winter
Or see another spring sun

In that coming winter
The only thing I could see
Was from a castle window
All I asked for
Was to be buried
Underneath
My tree

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December 31, 2008 at 2:51 PM Wow! The emotions comes through your words in this heartfelt and rich poem. Thank you for sharing it with us. Keep on writing. Wishing you a wonderful New Year. Karen

James Foulk September 13, 2008 at 10:13 AM a very touching piece of beautiful poetry

Sara Zahed September 13, 2008 at 9:24 AM A touching poem that embroiders one with love towards a tree. Your poem shows how a tree is closely watched as it grows to be the friend of its beholder....Indeed, a simple living thing in nature might always be a friend waiting for someone to befriend....Lovely....tc...Sara...