Tag: tree

Once it was there, now it is no more
Monument of white, a tower of blight
A pale tree gone, dead from the bore’.

Gone are views of the emerald skies
‘Would turn yellow when the wind’d bellow
Coming with the summer’s demise.

Now there is not where the pale tree stood
But a shade of a spot where wood chips rot
And a blight on the eye, once the beechwood.
 
--Andy McRae--        --5/3/20--