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Bristlecone
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Bristlecone |
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wornways Member
since 2001-10-18
Posts 204CA, USA |
Bristlecone They grow, where heaven hovers near, withstanding— Even from bastions rising sheer, withstanding. Theirs are vistas far too manifold to grasp; On peaks and valleys down they peer, withstanding. These have more than mastered the arts of living, All circumstance forlorn and drear withstanding. In the dawn of time they hailed the evening winds, And ages later still they rear withstanding. Seedlings burst in a blossom of green scions, The thinning air and soil sere withstanding. Since even before Babylon, some have lived, Yet they, today, are more than mere withstanding. Alongside swaying boughs, stark wooden spires The madly dancing white clouds spear, withstanding. Many died back, half dead seeming, to a strip Still good to keep a vibrant cheer withstanding. At the end, each stands in death for centuries, Even the wind worn carcass bier withstanding. These trees are kin to your living soul, Zahhar, Which died in part, but conquered fear, withstanding. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I've only seen bristlecones once... in Great Basin National Park. *S* And they definitely touch a chord deep inside, making the hike to stand among trees which have stood through the ages well worthwhile. *S* Reading your poem, I was there again... so I thank you. *S* |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like the way you describe the scenery. Very beautiful. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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