Neil Mcleod Poet Ballad

The Growing Trees

The Growing Trees

When I was a younger man,
So many years ago,
I looked out of the window
To see them in a row,
Well established conifers
Growing on the hill,
Level with a tiled roof
Beyond my window sill.

Today I paused reflecting,
Gazing through the glass.
I see the trees grew taller
As those years come and pass.
Their trunks are soaring upwards,
Crowns stark again the sky.
While they shall all continue on
My life is passing by.

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Jan Allison January 10, 2015 at 4:52 PM I am sure you have grown and matured in so many ways as the trees have also grown - lovely imagery - enjoyed this write:-) hugs jan xx Neil Mcleod January 10, 2015 at 5:40 PM Thank you so much Jan for your thoughtful and encouraging remarks. Have my poetry books on Amazon? they give an account of the transformation that has occured in my life as those trees have grown!