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:

  1. Very gnarled and twisted indeed, like an arthritic fist.

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

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

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  4. Spectacular natural sculpture, well framed, Sharon!

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

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  6. Gnarled it is! I like the poem too.

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  7. 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

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

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  9. Amazing! Great find and photo.

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

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