scribbler
Apr 10, 2018

BENEATH THE SHADE

Over head the large limbs soar
As they have so many years before
Kindred to the Ents of yore

There likely will never be
Rings counted in this ancient tree
Even though oak is in demand
Loggers will never rape this land

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Rhyming Acrostic

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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lovedly

how at this unearthly hour
you are awake
am I sleeping or stealing another fantasy to nite
do just tell all lies
and don't you think ever
I won't be surprised

you are right kick up your knees
while there is time still
else some one will say knock ur knees
is Susan hearing your moans
your shivering knees I can
even though Deaf

S

I don't think that 44 years ago that Susan signed up to nurse me during a lengthy recovery Twice but she sure has been a trooper about it