Sawdust clogs hollow heart cut open dead and gone

Taken in prime standing tall seventy feet above me

Now a home for black ants crawling deep dark tunnels

Bones still hard roots still deep in leaf mulch and dark earth


Green ivy climbing up creeping tall over bark

Annual rings encompassed soon cocooned forgotten

Rain and cold sun and heat reduce bones to tree dust

Food eaten nourishing blanketing sapling roots


We all rise tall trees strong flourishing in our prime

Soon cut down left for ants now cocooned forgotten

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse Bjorn asked us to write an anapestic tetrameter which is a poetic meter that has four anapestic metrical feet per line. Each foot has two unstressed syllables followed by a stressed syllable. This new for me so I am not sure if I got it right or not, but I gave it a try.

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