Old Tree

Old tree...
Down at the middle of the vale
Telling tales of an ancient people 
And their lore

Around are  hilly peaks 
Silent in the disquiet below
And just a little while, 
The rain will come; 
Crawling and calling, 
Crashing...
In torrents,
Seeking all true natures disciples
And paint the land in refreshing ink
With morning dew and a green swathe

Wild flowers don't bloom here
But I see the green just as pink, 
Just as yellow and just as sweet
Its just a little closer to heaven

They will charge you a dollar
For some water or Cola
As they wait on you, in soft velvet collars
And to behold such beauty 
Is not about profit
No one ever pays to get to heaven

Still...
Old tree telling tales of an ancient time
When lions roamed and roared
And herdsmen trembled for their flock
A time when there were no roads
And heaven was full mosquitoes and disease
Old tree..

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Kelli White

Date: 8/9/2024 4:28:00 AM

Yes I do remember lol, Kelli

Marugu Mo
Date: 8/9/2024 7:07:00 AM

lol I might repost that one soon

Kelli White

Date: 8/6/2024 12:10:00 PM

Beautiful tribute to a sacred icon of longevity, well done Mr Mo

Marugu Mo
Date: 8/9/2024 1:26:00 AM

Thanks Kelli. Remember that cannibal poem I wrote a while back?

Ink Empress

Date: 8/1/2024 1:41:00 PM

I love the depth of this creatively woven poem flowing with such seamless alliterations and captivating imagery. I especially love “ Still... Old tree telling tales of an ancient time When lions roamed and roared And herdsmen trembled for their flock A time when there were no roads” the wordplay and what youv conveyed there is truly soulful! Pleasure reading this! Sending you light always

Marugu Mo
Date: 8/2/2024 4:24:00 AM

Thanks Inky, much appreciated