- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Song Of The Forest Giant
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Oh, mighty oak, in yonder woodland dell,
How many are thy years?
Tho’ time has sapped thy youth and strength,
You never show thy fears.
Thru fiercest storm and icy blast,
You’ve braved the elements,
Small wonder, as I see you now,
Your fame is gnarled and bent.
Were yours the gift to voice thy thoughts,
I’d love to hear your tale,
That’s locked within thy stout old heart,
Protected from the gale.
Oh, soon the wing of death will cast
It’s shadow on thy heart,
And strike the bell we all must hear,
When from the earth we part.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 17 years agoNice little write
Your first on Lit's poetry side;
But after a record snow here
A disquieting feel
With hundreds of tons of trees
Lay shattered on the ground.
