Wooden soldiers
Tall and strong
Guarding woodlands
In rows so long.
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In my Country, is always sunny days, I try imagine the changing of the seasons in you forest, wood.....Changing the people too? ? ? I think so. Beautiful! ! !
This poem reminds me of an Epic-simile by Keats in Hyperion, where he talks about trees as Green-robed senators of the mighty woods... a memorable poem about trees as an object of nature...
A wonderful poem and a great description, your words just flow, much enjoyed the read.
A really fantastic poem, trees can look so beautiful when fully grown, a great write.
Excellent write about trees Robin, very descriptive - bet they felt more than just the wet nose of a hound though! !
A well considered interaction between trees and people over time and our appreciation of and reliance on them and their longevity.