Poem - The Moan of the Pine
60the almost silent moan of the pine
passed to the excited sycamore
it’s leaves flapping
with news of the wind
and so to the garrulous ash
half dead leaves reanimated
rushing off cackling and cracking
dancing in swirls and twirls
like old ghosts no one fears
..my old place.. pine in the background
..the hearth..
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Very cool!
Hi TDarby and Moonmaiden thanks very much for the comments... Regards Drax
I was in the mood for some poetry, so I looked you up to see if there was something new....The old ghost that no one fears. I like that.
Thanks very much Paul, alas in this squeeze I can find litte time for poetry perhaps when it is needed most...
I like this poem; it reminds me of a set of stories I read as a child. This poem could stand at the beginning of a novel set in the autumn of an old town.
Hi Patty
thanks for the comment, that would be lovely - the story has great appeal just the way you describe it....you could just imagine yourself walking into the old town the foreboding pines watching waiting ....any aspiring authors out there need a poem ?
..Drax..
LoVE it! Nature lives and breathes poetry. You certainly captured it with these engaging, perfectly chosen words!
rebekahELLe.. ah these were the days... I lived here for a few years without electric, just me and the pine and the poetry... I will pine always... :-(
tdarby 2 years ago
Thanks--that brought some great memories to my mind of time spent outdoors