The Tree

By Beryl Marsden

The wind did blow all through the night

with such a howling sound

it shook the trees until the leaves

were scattered all around.


Some trees withstood the blusterous wind

but others although they tried

could not withhold their elegant pose

and stumbled to the ground.


No more standing tall and strong

amongst the other trees

no more to feel the sun

shine upon its golden leaves.


No more to stretch its branches

out, for birds to rest upon

to build their nests and lay their eggs

and sing their morning song.


It saw out many winters

with frost and snow and rain

and in the spring the buds appeared

and leaves grew once again.


The summer fruit and leaves so green,

glistening in the sun.

But then the autumn comes again

and all the leaves are gone.


For many years it stood so tall

and now it`s sad to see

its broken trunk just lying there

no more the strong tall tree.


B Marsden 2017

Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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