by Steve Tanham
Rings of Oak
Along my walk there is an oak
Grown sturdy on the edge of winds
Life’s hardships fought and won
Whose sole and noble bearing
Engenders shared sojourn
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Its ridge it strides alone
And I, in passing, catch its thought
Like a point on a seen, sawn, levelled trunk
Though yearly ring is far too long
For these few moments shared
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But not this time, this round, this heart
Green canopy hiss: share this with me
Here, now, brief, unwitnessed
And be with ancient one in present time
Whose walk is only sidewards growth
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Upon my eyes and mind
This rustling note is written, sung
Upon his rings of time he adds
A passing molecule of now, a mote
Upon the meadow there is only silence
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Enjoy your walk around my Earth, he says
‘Around’ arrests: his sly intent, and turning
Gaze deep at wooden ark, as no voice, teasing
Says: and I, content to wait your arc’s return
Will travel further round the Sun
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©Stephen Tanham
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Great poem👍
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Thank you! Happy travels.
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