An elm stands by the trail dead...


An elm stands by the trail dead

But for two ravens and a hawk

Perched on brittle branches

Recoiled as at the shock of doom.


Trunk shrouded now in tattered bark

Once took its shape from wind and sun

When with its autumn leaves

It testified of springs to come.



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