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A Reciprocation

Poetry By: teargen

A once proud tree goes back to the earth, and gives back.

Submitted:Apr 13, 2010    Reads: 66    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

An old log lies upon the side

of a hill, twisted once a proud tree.

Moss grows along its dank and rotting

channels which time has turned.

Shattered bark points to and fro

like the ravaged metal of war.

An image of death, this once-sturdy tree,

now waiting for inevitable decay;

it reminds me of a cannon barrel

from the Armada which has succumbed to

the battle of age and displacement,

its last shots fired long ago.

Rest peacefully, old tree,

refurbish the soil, be as one

with the earth, let weather toil.


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