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Guards

Guards

 

In the palm of ancient hands
Lies a seed to guard the dead
Buried deep in antique earth
Beside the body's head.

A thousand years ago
The burial of a friend
A tree to watch upon
The life that came to end.

Living on for centuries
As long as they're allowed
Standing in the churchyards
To protect as they have vowed.

A pagan ritual beauty
Branches riddled with vines of ivy
Standing there for always
The wonder of the yew tree.

◄ Sh*t Christmas

The Silent Lake ►

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Andy N

Tue 15th Feb 2011 08:08

lovely stuff, luce.. your stuff is coming on leaps and bounds.. hard almost to recgnoise the shy, blushing creature you were when i first met you - lol xx

particularly like the 3rd stanza here, but i enjoyed all ofit x

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