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    I saw a face on this old tree,

    I stared and it stared back at me,

    of course no word yet inspired thought

    beyond that which the present wrought.


    The face had hair made of the vine,

    a woven, dead wood, crown of time,

    all spanned away and far before,

    part of the mystic in life’s store.


    The face transmitted without word

    where I had been once in the world

    a life in green walled rooms of leaf

    before I set to live the thief.


    The more I looked it spoke to me,

    “you come soon to this sanctuary,

    where mother earth will there embrace

    and give to you a tree’s still face”.



  • #2
    Enjoyed the story. Interesting take.

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    • #3
      I've been in woods where the knots and whorls on trees create the appearance of faces. This would make a great story as well as a poem!

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      • #4
        I love Tree Poetry. This one is Tree-mend-us!

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        • #5
          I liked it very much! Keep it coming mate!

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          • #6
            I hope this was inspird by an actual tree looked upon by the post
            lovely

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            • #7
              Thank you to everyone for reading and commenting. Great incentive..

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              • #8
                I love this poem because I always considered the faces in trees and rocks as trapped spirits. To think they might be souls ascending to Mother Earth is a much brighter proposition! Great writing as well.

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