Majesty
Jul 6th, 2009 | By Carlton Lloyd Smith | Category: Poetry | 276 viewsA majestic oak sitting in the
middle of the field, the
green waves in the wind
rippled the long grass around it
The trunk was mighty and wide with
tall arms of yellow, orange and red
branches reaching high into the sky
full fingers caressing the floating clouds
I wondered at once what this tree
may have seen through years and years
of standing in this field
the little sapling slowly reaching higher
every day until that very day
Who may have stood in this very place?
What battles may have raged around it?
What love was made beneath it?
But I dismissed the thought
Better that I didn’t know
Let it be what it is
An oak tree, sitting in the
middle of a green field
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About Carlton Lloyd Smith: Technology Director and Founder, Troubadour 21 - Carlton is a poet, writer, dreamer and professional techno-geek residing in Southeast Michigan. His obsession is learning and growing and his favorite color is Crayola® cornflower blue. Visit his poetry website at poetry.unclesol.net, Visit his blog at www.unclesol.net, friend him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/unclesol, or follow him on Twitter at www.twitter.com/unclesol |
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