To hug a tree

To hug a tree it’s nice to see
It’s rings with tales of history
Lover’s notes with penknife etched
beneath shady leaves outstretched
Feel the earth from which its roots
Energies from the soil to sooth
Wrap yourself in morning dew
It’s spirit to the mind imbue.

A tapestry of lace now shrouds
beneath a canopy of clouds
amidst loud laughter futures made
a place where children played.

A half door swinging in the breeze
raucous rooks in trembling trees
await the labourers return
potatoes, cabbage, butter churn.

No motor cars no patios
fancy clothes or panty hose
happiness was all around
people’s feet firm on the ground.

Jpoet7 ( )