Wood the frame in which we reside.

Guardians of youth

Old trees sturdily stand

Nature’s family

Protecting the saplings that await their time

Binding the soil with hidden fingers

Until the woodman’s, hand strikes

Age being its downfall

Shaped to serve again

Protecting the human family within

Setting their roots for generations

Natures family their protective companion

 

 

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  • bhaswati on Jan 17, 2011

    Nice :)

  • samgoldencoffee on Jan 17, 2011

    well written.

  • o0o_silver_suzie_o0o on Jan 18, 2011

    i love this gordon..
    the flow of life..
    continuing life of sorts of a tree..

  • Michal Dorcak on Jan 19, 2011

    You just made me remamber my grandpa, well both of them.

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