Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

There Is One Tree

there is one tree

she stands alone
bent by wind and time
naked to the winter 
blowing o’er the loch

her admirer comes by daily
to stop and talk of life events
world business that transpires
far beyond her ken

beneath her swaying   
branches he sits resting on her bark
he confides, all the fears and worries
and all happiness that comes

she is the last of her kind
so close to the braking waves
steadfast and true she holds the land
faithfully waiting, for what 
he does not know.

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John Fleming October 7, 2018 at 2:00 AM Here is that "unique perspective" yet once again; you see, what is there all around you, what most others miss...you feel it as if it was the wind and rain. Lots of affection, Patricia. Your friend always. :) john

Silent One December 15, 2017 at 12:23 PM What a sad write, lets hope this never happens when there is only one of its kind remaining.. Great use of metaphor.. Patricia Cresswell December 15, 2017 at 2:53 PM Silent One I hope then same. Thank you.

Vijay Pandit December 15, 2017 at 7:21 AM The tree and the admirer ...a marriage made in heaven. I can feel the peace under that tree....and the comfort it gives. Expertly done! Patricia Cresswell December 15, 2017 at 8:47 AM I have a grandmother cedar here that I talk to she is lovely. Thank you Vijay.