The Tree In My Yard
in my yard stands a tree
lone like a hermit, regal like a monarch
its roots dug deep
its branches touching the heavens
peeking behind the skies veil
sometimes its leaves rustle
overall it is silent and still
still....................
like waters without ripples
it stands upright
brooding over the saga of struggle
from a sapling to a towering giant
indeed a tryst with destiny!
under the summer sky
braving the smarting beams
it remained uncomplaining
below the thundering clouds
bearing a thousand needle pricks
it stayed nonchalant.
when the wind swept across
bending its branches in all directions
it stood on firm feet unwavering
it tells a tale of struggle and survival
it had stood there before I was born
now it displays every scar and every stripe
on its knotted bark as a proud trophy
sometimes I feel its pain
when wet and dripping in pouring rain
or scorched in the sun’s fiery rage
yet it holds an umbrella over all
who come to it in sun and rain
Placed First
A Brian Strand 1098 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Brian strand
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