Who Ran Off, To Be Consoled Poem by james watkin
Who Ran Off, To Be Consoled
'Of all a loyal tree
Firm, most reliable
To be leant upon
Woe, of soft demeanour
Girl-sprout, in spring rain, sags
I'm yours; tall and strong.'
In a fit of remorse
An intervening voice
Jealous, up-gusted:
'It's me! Your steady rock.
And your one safe fortress.
Old creaker, leaves shed! '
Wednesday, November 30, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: tree,man,affinity and love
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