Shelter

In an awkward summer
Hardy trees with their roots
Sunk deep beneath the soil
Of our border landscape
Providing strong shelter
For bewildered creatures
Refuge from dark clouds
That have emptied for days

Rivers overflowing
Dams straining to hold back
Their threatening waters
Still the trees confident
Sturdy and defiant
Each branch lashed by rainfall
Held up protectively
To form a roof of green.

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This post is part of a series on trees. Submit your tree features to snakeoilcure[at]gmail[dot]com.

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David Subacchi is a poet and musician living in North Wales near the English border. He writes in both English and Welsh. His latest collection ‘First Cut’ was published by Cestrian Press in April. He is a member of Chester Poets and Liverpool’s ‘Dead Good Poets’. His submissions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found  here.

Posted by Dr. Hurley on October 12, 2012

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