Aged Tree
Familiar sights and sounds gone forever
In the dawn of tomorrow, bring insomnia
About. Where you went we know not;
Whether you return, we care not.
The further travelled the more we gain;
The distant sights static are lost forever.
Do not come back � your port of amicability
Is gone from these waters; find harbour somewhere else.
No more do the drums beat together.
Sounds clash in discordant conversation.
Stepping out-of-time your march surges ahead.
Concord is stripped of all beauty.
Fly with your flock and leave the nest
To intertwine roots; we miss you no longer.
Aged trees never change, but these leaves
Do not come back around next year.
� Joseph Tradescent
Poems
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