Poetry

A Thousand Years

Dedicated to the Oldest Oak Tree in Ireland situation on the land of Charleville Forest Castle.  Where I met my muse…

 

Quiet Wisdom… Keeper of Knowledge.
Spoken on the wind…Caught in your seeds.
Nurturing mysteries of life… Rooted in your soil.
Dreams untold … Hung upon your limbs.
Stories of hope… Whispered to your leaves.

Memories last 1000 years.
Your trunk marks one with a ring
The wind blows through your leaves,
sighing with tales from each passing year
A gift for those who’ll listen and hear.

You are the dwelling place, but for a moment…for many.
Mothers comfort and teach their young in your shade.
Children scramble up your branches with youthful courage and play.
Their minds…  creating imaginary worlds, seeing glimpses of lands afar
Lovers take their first kisses, under heavy-laden boughs.
Seniors rest against your trunk grateful for the comfort you bring.
Every living creature finds peace, within your presence.

Memories last 1000 years.
Your trunk marks one with a ring
The wind blows through your leaves,
sighing with tales from each passing year
A gift for those who’ll listen and hear.

You bear burdens
seemingly heavy, causing you to bend.
But you are steadfast… Planted for a reason.
Standing the test of time and storms
A collective of thoughts that must survive!

Then gentle rains, nudging golden leaves… To the earth below.

The waiting ground collects the memories of a universe.
wrapping secrets told that will grow…

Every Winter brings Rest
Every spring brings life.

Every morning brings joy.
Every Limb will raise its arms to a new sun
Every leaf will sing praises

Memories last 1000 years.
Your trunk marks one with a ring
The wind blows through your leaves,
sighing with tales from each passing year
A gift for those who’ll listen and hear.

 

 

 

 

 

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