Long years ago
you were born,
From a seed
Deep in the ground.
You grew and stretched.
Your head rose
Above the others,
Until you commanded the sun
To warm you.
Beneath your arms
Generations withstood the storms.
And you allowed them,
In your grace,
To do so.
The wind, your friend,
Scattered your children
To their place within the soil.
Ready for them to follow you,
To the sky.
But now
They gather round,
And incline their arms towards you,
As you prepare for that
Final journey,
Back to the soil.
And as they wave
Their last goodbyes,
You bough your head,
To sleep, to die.
© photogenique (dave peddie)
To Bough Your Head
Inspired by Simon Gladwin’s Twisted Sister
© photogenique (dave peddie): using this writing for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action.
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moonstone
wow such wonderful words Dave your a natural
Samantha R
Wow! Very touching Dave
loramae
What a refreshing sight into the world of a tree…wonderful!
brummieboy
You write beautifully …..
pat oubridge
Very nice dave.
Trish Cooper
AWWWW Dave…..so heartfelt and touching, you brought a tear to my eye….so well written!!!!!(HUGS)....Trisha
Lumineux
Lovely piece of writing.
Heather Loster
wonderful words.
StacyLee
Very creative Dave! You are so talented!
Jen Whyte
Such beautiful touching words – a wonderful descriptive passage
vinee
Very beautiful and warm words you have used…very touching
joyfox
This is beautiful…...I live near a forest and stop and stare at the fantastic trees…especially during the last few weeks…your poem sums up my feelings as I stare in awe! Fantastic!
Rosalie Dale IPA
Gave me goosebumps. Great stuff Dave.
Warren Anthon...
WOW like your writing
Stacey Hatton
This is a beautiful poem. Wonderful description and a there’s a certain softness about it that is very soothing. Because you’ve maintained such a delicate voice throughout, I feel the last line ‘To sleep, to die’ is a bit unnecessarily frank and jarring. Particularly the ‘die’ bit. I think the image of the tree “boughing” it’s head is a much stronger and more beautiful note to finish on. Just a thought.
Cathleen Taraw...
What a lovely, soft poem. Something touching to read at a funeral?