Saturday, 11 April 2015

The Old Man And Me

The old man ooh what a soliloquy

Spoken and reflections not broken

Ticketyboo and Spring not making a Fool

The things you have seen in a thousand years hence

I''ll ponder here a while and give my Tuppence sense meant

The Old Man and me making sense

If you don't see It


The Old Man and me breezes blowing through branches of pride

The Old Man listens to what I say

No judging or sneering

The mind set Free

The Old Man and me at one With a Tree

Disclosure : The Old man is a tree at Calke Abbey that is 1200 years old , I did ask his permission but he is the strong silent type so his silence is golden and a  nod of a branch is as good as a wink of a gnarly knot.


  1. Ha ha love the disclosure, what a beautiful tree, and a great poem x

  2. Great poem. Fantastic photo...truly lovely. And the disclosure almost made me spit my coffer out. Loved it.

  3. I love gnarly old trees. Always makes me think of what had gone around them over the years. I mean The Old Man, 1200 years old! Great poem and yes your disclosure made me giggle too.


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