Sunday, June 2, 2013

Gnarled Tree


As I sit under this gnarled old tree so treasured,
I wonder how many years so far it has measured.
Has it grown to this size just in time for me?
Or did my ancestors once sit here under this tree?

I watch as a bird, lands on its limb,
Singing a song that sounds like a hymn.
I feel the gentle breeze, I breathe in the fresh air,
and wonder if trees in heaven will be quite as fair.

Glenn Bergen

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very gnarled and twisted indeed, like an arthritic fist.

Andy said...

This tree has a story to tell about every twist and turn in it's growth.

Lowell said...

Weather and time has created what appears to be a wooden sculpture of some elegance. Lovely photo and wonderful poem!

Karl said...

Spectacular natural sculpture, well framed, Sharon!

Dave-CostaRicaDailyPhoto.com said...

Good to catch up with your posts, superb as always, following our return from Ireland last night.

Judy said...

Gnarled it is! I like the poem too.

RedPat said...

Lovely post, Sharon!

Catalyst said...

Nice match of poem and photo.

Mary Helen-Art Saves Lives said...

Oh the stories this living tree could tell...the bending and twisting of trunk and limbs...all to survive another day here on earth. Peace be with you, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart

Kate said...

The poem and tree coordinate quite well. The gnarled tree makes a perfect photo.

Randy said...

Beautiful tree.

Unknown said...

Amazing! Great find and photo.

PerthDailyPhoto said...

Beautiful post Sharon. The words were just perfect for the image..,