Old Rebel

Great years take root
and grow.
Lie for some other place.
He pushes himself,
hides my view.
Limbs bare / fall on me.
Heavy morning rings
with axes cut and
carried away.
Shade me,
protect me from years alone.
Come again until we lose.

© SF Jones, 2014

In response to the Found Poetry Review prompt the Old, Rough Stone and the Gnarled Tree.

Words borrowed from the original work:
Gruelle, Johnny, 2004. The Old, Rough Stone and the Gnarled Tree. Friendly Fairies. EBook #11315.

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