The Legend of Leafy Brook Poem
A Fallen Tree
I love trees, and often wonder if they do have some sort of memory that can retain all the history that happens beneath its boughs. It's a romantic thought, but I do believe the trees must soak up some of the atmosphere of the time, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.
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In Leafy Brook,
A fallen tree
Lay dead and waste upon the ground
The bark is bare and rotten brown
In silence, weeps it's silent sound.
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How many men have sought its bough?
To rest the weary, mop their brow,
To fight their cause
Through mud and pain
To taste the sword, see brothers slain.
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A quiet sorrow bends its bough,
And grief soaks through the hallowed ground
And men will sleep their peaceful sleep
Beneath the blood-soaked, trampled mound.
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How many men have shared your pain
And felt your strength
Course through their veins
With broken limbs and many maimed,
They lived to fight, their strength regained.
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How brave you stood,
One thousand years,
Soaked with blood,
Awash with tears.
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As age will take its toll on man,
The same must come to you, my friend
So weep no more, be calm inside
Then sleep the peaceful sleep with pride.
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In leafy brook,
A fallen tree
Lay dead and waste upon the ground.
The bark is bare and rotten brown
In silence weeps its silent sound.
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In leafy brook, a fallen tree
Not dead, just resting, quietly.
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M.L. (C) Nell Rose
Poem Copyright of M. Loveridge
