Entombed in the thickest of forests He lay, donning a dark shroud of cool deadened leaves. Limbs that once held the glorious weight of the world were now, at the last, but scattered timbers on sacred grounds. Branches that once shouldered the burden of the blame had broken from the main, and still the vines held fast! Everything for which He stood (a scheme inside a dream); His crowning achievement (a sacrificial theme); all was laid to rest beside the petrifying flesh of His ancestors.
Many a number of trees in these woods were born of His seed. Year after year, they continued to fill the avoided spaces with new life. Surrounding Him now, one by one, they began to pay homage to His grandeur. The critters nearby crept forth in a slow procession. The sun lightened its pace, whilst the raven kept his quiet, keeping a keen eye on the softly landing white doves. ‘Twas the perfect mourning for the painful ~ exacting ~ moments to spring forth and reclaim their royal birthrights.
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Medicated Lady Drills Uncle Tree
Posted in Entertainment, poetry with tags bark, comments, drills, Homer, interview, leaves, manifesto, Medicated Lady, paybacks, questions, success, tree poetry, trees, Uncle Tree, wood carving on July 21, 2009 by Uncle Tree.
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Please come and give the dear lady a piece of your mind.
Watch out for splinters.
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