A stately hemlock.... my western window does guard.
Its afternoon shadow marks the edge of the yard.
Its flat needles are green.
Its cones have a brown sheen.
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I wonder how I missed this beautiful poem! I just love it! I visualize the birds sitting in its branches and its leaves, shielding you from the direct rays of the sun! I have studied in my History class that Socrates was made to drink a cup of hemlock poison to put him to death with the charge of corrupting the youth of his times! A sure 10
i believe i have learned, since submitting the poem, that the 'hemlock tree' is NOT the plant from which Socrates got his dose of poison; see Valsa's comment. bri :) i did some checking and it seems the source of the poison is uncertain. well, it WAS centuries ago! !