Ram Ram Poet Free verse

The Withered Tree Spake

"The withered tree spake"

Battered and bruised - yet I stand, 
firmly rooted deep down;
seasons have gone by - blowing hot and cold, 
yet, I live without a frown!

Leaves go dry - they shed off and fly, 
'nay me' - the firm trunk I am!
Here to stay - with a dig in the heels, 
showing character none can fathom!

Ants crawl up and so do the bugs 
and I do see a Pecker;
They huddle-up to nest - and some do rest, 
'hey there' - 'you are a home maker'!

In time they lay - then cuddle-up on it, 
'eureka', the eggs that crack;
Hairless and shrivelled - they feast on the crawlers,  
also learning life's nuances and knack!

Autumn draws the Spring - covers me to the brims, 
thus the change of colour;
Lived long enough - knowing change alone as constant, 
I behold my crest in valour!

Every moment is new - all uncertain, 
around me and in me life adrift;
I've come to terms - acceded to the norms,
that truth is never to shift!

Travails of time, has its way,
to wail and warn you from a collision head long;
May peace prevail with calm and poise, 
will rightfully go back to where we all belong!

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Elizabeth Kinch February 27, 2017 at 2:21 AM A great poem. I can visualize this tree within your words, fabulous imagery. I have just written two poems about a tree, (not on the same lines as this) I've had words going round my head about it but I'm not happy about either poem really. Perhaps I'll post one and you can give me an honest opinion. This writing malarkey is very new to me! Ram Ram February 27, 2017 at 2:57 AM I'm delighted on your note. Thank you so much! Will try to do my best on seeing your post. Much thanks !!