I Am a Tree

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A tree, old and weathered
I bear not leaves,
but the marks of time.
On my limbs you can see
rope scars where swings used to be.
I am a tree.

A tree, tall though bent
I bear not fruit,
but the signs of time.
On my trunk, crudely carved,
initials and hearts you can see.
I am a tree.

A tree, in winter I appear cold and dead,
but deep in the earth my roots are warm with life.
They feed my tired trunk, give strength to my weakened limbs
and the sap of life itself which awaits the returning spring.
I long to be renewed, to return to the real me.
I am a living tree.

Written 1992

11 thoughts on “I Am a Tree

  1. I love the poem. I can really identify with your observation and admiration of nature. I too was moved by the statleiness of a tree and wrote a poem about it. I am anticipating your next post.

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