The Strange Tree

There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
And this strange tree could not agree,
That if this tree could ever see,
A stranger tree it sure would be.

There’s a strange tree which topples me,
For this strange tree was tall, you see,
And then this tree would use its knee,
To break in three, the clouds who flee.

There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
The northern tree, its branches free,
The southern tree, no limb to see,
For this strange tree, was strange, you see?

There’s a strange tree which I can see,
And this strange tree (against my plea)
Was sent to sea, its roots now free,
And now this tree… A ship is he.

End.

by Daegal

Comments (2)

Daegal, I love this poem. It make me feel more confident and brave to do my work. Thank you very much.
Daegal, this is something that reminds me of the rhyming of Irish mothers. This is so beautiful and I am so pleased to have come across it. It is surely a skillfull write. The flow is so beautiful and has a simple melodic feel to it. This is a real gem. Sure, itwould be easy to say it lacks orinality or whatever, but that would be meaningless as it could not detract from the loveliness of the piece. It is going in my faves.