Benalla Poet's Corner: The Tree by Richard Barber

By Simon Ruppert

Jun 16, 2020

Thank you to everyone who has submitted a poem for Benalla Poet's corner. After today's we still have three in the queue.

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So if you haven't seen your poem yet we will get to it in the coming weeks.

If you would like to submit a poem please send it to editor@benallaensign.com.au with a recent photo of yourself.

This week's poem is called The Tree and is written by Mr Richard Barber.

I stand alone I am the last one now,The sap has long since left my lofty boughsWhere once amongst my silvery blossomCurled the blue furred mountain possum

I watched the tree, it stood alone,The sky was dark against the stormWhich sought to end the day,The stubble bleached in long white linesAbove the hardened clay.

The tree stood out too stark, too tenseTo bear the weight of the offence.It rose upon its rotted toesI watched as leaning out it goes

Gone with the rest.Thank God no stump, the grey stone of a tree,But just the memory.