Grandfather ElmA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Old grandfather elm,
Stately tree, That extends its limbs Harmoniously, Shaded us For years in the past, Shielded us From the solar blast, Will leaf no more. It starkly stretches Into the sky; Each bare branch etches A grim goodbye; Its cankered bark Becomes its shroud; To raking winds It never bowed. It stands--self-mourning, Sturdy stave-- Beruned with rucks That mark its grave. When will they come, The men with saws, With cranes and chippers And steely jaws? To hack old Ulmus Into wedges, Hefty chunks With clean-cut edges, Load and truck them To the dump, And leave behind A naked stump. © 2023 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on September 25, 2023 Last Updated on September 25, 2023 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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