Poem - The Moan of the Pine

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By Drax


the almost silent moan of the pine
passed to the excited sycamore
it’s leaves flapping
with news of the wind
and so to the garrulous ash
half dead leaves reanimated
rushing off cackling and cracking
dancing in swirls and twirls
like old ghosts no one fears


..my old place.. pine in the background

..the hearth..

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tdarby profile image

tdarby  says:
7 months ago

Thanks--that brought some great memories to my mind of time spent outdoors

Moonmaiden profile image

Moonmaiden  says:
7 months ago

Very cool!

Drax profile image

Drax  says:
7 months ago

Hi TDarby and Moonmaiden thanks very much for the comments... Regards Drax

Paul Edmondson profile image

Paul Edmondson  says:
6 months ago

I was in the mood for some poetry, so I looked you up to see if there was something new....The old ghost that no one fears. I like that.

Drax profile image

Drax  says:
6 months ago

Thanks very much Paul, alas in this squeeze I can find litte time for poetry perhaps when it is needed most...

Patty Inglish, MS profile image

Patty Inglish, MS  says:
6 months ago

I like this poem; it reminds me of a set of stories I read as a child. This poem could stand at the beginning of a novel set in the autumn of an old town.

Drax profile image

Drax  says:
6 months ago

Hi Patty

thanks for the comment, that would be lovely - the story has great appeal just the way you describe it....you could just imagine yourself walking into the old town the foreboding pines watching waiting ....any aspiring authors out there need a poem ?

..Drax..

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