The Lonesome Pine
On the edge of our garden stands a lonesome Pine,
Gnarled and twisted, an ugly beauty, hard to define.
Older than the age or so I am led to believe,
Planted generations ago, why, I cannot conceive.
It has branches long dead with pine cones long died,
Huge branches, green with life,where birds flit and fly.
At an impossible angle, it stands out of the cliff face,
A huge prop of steel is needed to keep it in place.
I had some huge lower branches lopped off to ensure,
That it stands there majestic for many years more.
© Dave Timperley 1st May 2016
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