My Father the tree

Father the tree

Warm umber glow.
A solitary presence
amid the luminous
forest of fir.

Proud and perfect.
smooth bark climbs
for cloudy skies.
Untroubled, reaching.

Seedlings fly far
to Infertile ground.
Embraced maverick
shoots break free.

Father to a million
beautiful inspirations.
Small beginnings
branch and grow.

Unknowing host to
growing acreages.
Father to a few,
a revolution to the many.


© Si Homfray 2010

my father the tree

Written at the New Dungeon Ghyll, Langdale, The Lake District 30th October 2010.

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