The Old Man Of Sherwood Forest - Open for poem

The Old Man Of Sherwood Forest.

 

The belly of the beast lies deep in the heart of the forest.

All that remains of a great wide oak.

He displays his swollen girth proudly and wholly to all around.

This mighty tree lived far longer than Sherwood folk.

 

 

For nigh on a millennia did this old man live among others made of wood.

And hosted many nests and drays unseen.

'Till the day he died, left to rot by the ground.

Now broken bark and wooden flesh are displayed unashamed among the forest green.

 

Marianne

 

 

Done