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The old dead tree

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                                          Life has gone from the old dead tree
                                          Lights extinguished, curtains drawn.
                                          Who cares, or feels, or wants to see
                                          The reason for me to mourn
                                           Its passing, an ordinary tree, just one
                                           Of thousands in the cast.
                                           Part of nature's plan begun
                                           In mists and clouds of aeons past.

                                           Feathered friends remember now.
                                           A bough where songs were sung
                                           In winter warmth and sunshine glow,
                                           And home to fledge their young.
                                           For death provides a space to grow.
                                           Where life will start anew.
                                           Eternal cycles ebb and flow
                                           Where the old dead tree once grew.

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About GOF

"Life is like a sewer. What you get out of it, depends upon what you put into it." (Tom Lehrer)

6 responses »

  1. Great sentiments Gof. I like your new planet photo.

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  2. I had better post a piccy of the 3 trees from the yard behind just in case the owner gets motivated.One is dead down one side but I think it looks beautiful and the nests are clearly visible from our coffee drinking area on the back porch.Are you the poet?

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  3. Thank you Emjay. I was beginning to believe my own publicity with the old picture and feeling quite decrepit.

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  4. Thanks for your story Peter.There was no poet involved. Just GOF farting around with a little too much time on his hands. 😉

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  5. I think you have uncovered the inner poet. Of course to make it in the modern poetry world the Rhymes have to go. 😉

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  6. I'll try to do better next time 😉

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