Tuesday, February 21, 2017

They Stood Alone--By Tom Davis--United States

They Stood Alone


Their roots
pitoned into a crack
in the granite gray,
moss capped rock

A rock older than time
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


As the waters of the
Tuckasegee surround them
with a gnarling white froth.

Time has no meaning
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


  1. Dear Tom,
    Thank 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!

  2. Enjoyed your poem, thanks for sharing it with us.

  3. Well word painted picture Tom, like I am viewing it from whats taken from a canera.