A Poem by Fay Slimm


Why do trees stubbornly struggle when blasted ?

Too rudely knarled, wind-bent yet alive,
ironized knuckles bear scars pummeled black.

Is it not proper we learn how such can survive ?


         How do sunken rootlings become clinging claws ?           

Fortress of foot-power gale's power fights 
while every blast aims its limb-splitting force.

Yet a mere sapling, if rooted in Self-hood, revives.


As the days of a battle-wise moorland tree
so shall be the ways of victorious humanity.

© 2019 Fay Slimm

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We need strong roots to survive just as the tree does in the harsh conditions of winter. Yet when you look at a sapling, you do wonder. They survive against all the odds. Reminds me of a silver birch in my garden which has taken some batterings and yet lives to see another spring. Another wonderful nature write Fay together with a superb image.


Posted 11 Months Ago

Fay Slimm

11 Months Ago

Too true Chris that the sapling is a good example of bending to avoid breaking - - - - and life for.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

11 Months Ago

You are welcome Fay. Loving your nature writes.

nice allegory here...we dig in with all we have when the storms of life are needed to be weathered.
Good roots, and we bend but not break.

Posted 11 Months Ago

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Fay Slimm

11 Months Ago

Too true jacob - bending to challenges is what is needed by trees and by we earthlings too. Thanks f.. read more

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2 Reviews
Added on October 6, 2019
Last Updated on October 6, 2019


Fay Slimm
Fay Slimm

Camborne, Cornwall, United Kingdom

Hi from Fay Slimm, I have been writing poetry since childhood and have always enjoyed writing nature poems along with romantic odes to the glorious place where I live alongside the sea in Cornwall U.. more..

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A Poem by Fay Slimm