The Tree: By R. W Skellan

I am rooted here forever in this wood,
Thinking now and then of other days,
Of times I foot-loose wandered myriad ways,

When I possessed no wisdom that was good.
I recall the things that begged attention then,

When sorrows seemed beyond all earthly bearing,

The grosser stuff outside the soul’s caring,
But I have put away the ways of men.
Rooted in this forest I have found
Spirit’s joys unknown by any man.
I do not wish for freedom, neither can
I leave, wandering from the sacred ground.

Rooted in this verdure I will be
Bound here with my secret in this tree.

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