Six Trees
Some people pretend the years have stood still, others are happy to celebrate the milestones gratefully passed. Lis chose to celebrate. I wrote this poem for my friend aged sixty. SIX TREES Walking through a woodland maze, I see you A sapling bending freely with the breeze. Slender limbs reach for blue skies, Your roots seek hidden seas. Beside a chattering stream, I see you A willow dressed in flowing green. Moved to song by sparkling water, You harmonise its diamond dreams. In summer’s hazy meadow, I see you A chestnut, branches draped in home grown cloth. Children, grass, and flowers, play around you Comforted by a show of permanence. On a rock-strewn hillside, I see you Battling rowan, strong against the storm. Standing separate, but not alone Red berries decorate your crown. Guarded by tall pines, I see you Red sycamore clothed in autumn leaves. Your seeds, a twirling party of flight, Send kindly signals across the lan...