My Beech is clothed in
copper tresses
gorgeous dresses
she possesses
fluttering an intensity
each leaf a miracle for me
cinnammon all dashed with crimson
a blush a flush
and well away
eye candy for dendrologists
whose omnipresence
makes her day
eye catching heavenly
tree of trees
sweat and tears
and potentcies
gravity and tension high
pushing up into the sky
an irresistable sovereign
who
a refreshed giant
good and true.
a sentry from another time
who may out live
us on her lonely climb
My Beech
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.