They
Stood Alone
Alone,
Their roots
pitoned into a crack
in the granite gray,
moss capped rock
pitoned into a crack
in the granite gray,
moss capped rock
A rock older than time
and worn by forces
greater than itself
and worn by forces
greater than itself
Small yellow flowers
stand proud and tall
offering their unfurled faces
to a sun, fat and orange and warm
stand proud and tall
offering their unfurled faces
to a sun, fat and orange and warm
Unafraid,
As the waters of the
Tuckasegee surround them
with a gnarling white froth.
Tuckasegee surround them
with a gnarling white froth.
Time has no meaning
to these works
fashioned by
Nature’s ancient hand
to these works
fashioned by
Nature’s ancient hand
In his younger years, Tom
Davis served as a Special Force Combat Diver. It seems to him that he spent
more time on, in, and under the water than as a landlubber. This and other
adventures he has written about in his memoir, The Most Fun I Ever Had With
My Clothes On: A March From Private to Colonel.
http://www.oldmp.com/davismemoirs
Dear Tom,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this poem that employs such interesting phrases like "gnarling white froth". I get a sense of your Special Forces background from this piece.
Do send us more!
Michael
Enjoyed your poem, thanks for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteWell word painted picture Tom, like I am viewing it from whats taken from a canera.
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