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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