by Phoebe Clark
Yew tree (image: Wiki commons)
My Grandma’s time was 80 years ago
And many months and days and time passed now
The men were men, and women sat at home
A silent generation. Drinking tea
Heads down, worked hard but couldn't see the world.
The Ancient yew trees' unyielding branches
Waiting to fall and see the countless rings,
Long time to grow and yet so quick to fall.
Their purpose now to lay under the ground
Sustain and cherish plants of tomorrow.
Climbing rose of youth, here to flower.
Slashed last year but stronger and prepared now.
Owl of Athena jumping out of the nest
Not afraid to fly for its own freedom
Boundless prospects far above the yew trees.
Raised fists protesting black lives matter our
Masks not silencing us but protecting.
Not alone, fighting for our own future
We know it's our time now to save the world
Stand together, young and mighty force.
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