There is comfort in this tree,
For it was here before me.
And will stay
When I am clay.
To comfort those who pass
Along this self-same path
A few, perhaps
Gazing at this tree
May remember me.
I laugh,
For a tree
Has no vanity.
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K Morris - Poet 
I love trees. And they live so long. I once wrote a shotr story ( now sadly lost ) about all the thinngs a tree had seen in its life. I might try to write it again soon.
I’m always delighted to meet a fellow tree lover, Vivienne. There is, somewhere in the UK a tree known as the Doomsday Oak which does, I believe date back to before the Battle of Hastings in 1066. I hope you re-write your story. If you do, I would love to read it. Best wishes. Kevin
I love this poem, Kevin. It has a melancholy undertone which I really enjoy.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m really pleased you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
Wow, you’ve said so much in so few words: a beautiful and moving poem!
Thank you Ingrid. I’m delighted you like my poem. Very best wishes. Kevin