A tree solemnly left behind another year
Amidst the lines the plough has drawn on the hill side
A tree that seems to sail up the time tide
Never too far from me, never too near
I look upon the lonely tree and fill with fear
That I should find one day I must preside
Over a barren field on a hill side
Bereft and left by those I now hold dear
Shaking my head, I take a firm step
and let the ground beneath me set me free
and take me back to now, and to my loved ones
Seasons will come, farmers will sow and harvest
I will again walk by this solemn tree
But never more will I find it so poignant.
Incidental, short poems in English and Spanish
(lo lamento: mi teclado no tiene acentos!)
"Oh idle reader who with your time regales me
These humble pages will, I hope, amuse -
But should they not, then may at least my Muse
Bestow her grace upon her one-man army"
31 January 2012
14 January 2012
Your first Kindle
Reading your holiday spend
Without having to be sorry
That your books will fill a lorry
Just for a single weekend
Without having to be sorry
That your books will fill a lorry
Just for a single weekend
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