The Old Walnut Tree Poem by John Allen Richter

The Old Walnut Tree

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The blackened burl of charred remains -
stands the gnarl of great walnut tree.
Stretching his arms into the blue -
as though his very life to plead.

Covered with scars his shadow falls
upon the body of me.
Here I lay with broken dolls
and all our childhood dreams.

And so I thought a lifetime ago,
whispering, whittling, wond'ring why…
Should a tree of such earthen beauty
Ever reach the sky?

Tis not mine, Dear Walnut,
not mine to see.
But only to share my time
with thee..

So I have weathered this storm
to touch your olden scars,
To feel initials so weatherly worn,
before I chase the stars.

For once a boy envisioned thee,
taking refuge in your leaves.
Carving names of lovers seen
I thoroughly believe -

That soon my legs and arms will climb
upon your mountainous breadth
and we will remember all the times
o'er the years you and I have wept.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 23 January 2015

Very well written John - enjoyed reading.

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Lovely lines that are loaded with love for nature!

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 October 2015

Covered with scars! The scars of life. Nice work.

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Margaret O Driscoll 26 October 2015

Lovely poem, John, finding a faithful friend in nature!

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Valsa George 12 May 2015

we will remember all the times o'er the years you and I have wept. I can identify an inalienable bond between you and the walnut tree! Both have scars! Both have weathered storms! You as a boy wanted to take refuge among its leaves and longed to carve the symbol of love on its bark! Great write!

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Kim Barney 01 February 2015

Wonderful poem, John. However, in line seven you should use LIE instead of LAY. Lay is a transitive verb (needs a direct object) . The hen lays an egg. The book lies on the table. Sorry. I can't help it. I used to be an English teacher. By the way, I just read your biography and it is very well written. I think I will expand mine one of these days. I'm a lot like you as far as poetry goes. For a while I write nothing and then suddenly, there's a poem inside me that needs to come out!

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