Just a quick one. I was out in the woods on Thursday afternoon and saw some very different looking trees. That led to this…

Ages of Bark

Smooth, firm in youth,

To age you may come in truth,

What will be your path?

Moss-dressed and thriving,

A coat of life and giving,

Each one forgiving.

Scaled like an old fish,

Sun-baked on the harbour slip,

Dried out, forgotten.

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Cheers for reading

All the best,

Richard