I was searching through some of my old writings and papers and came across a poem that I had published in The National Library of Poetry Best Poems of the 90’s book.
I don’t write poetry anymore but I thought I would share it….
My Enemy, Man
I am a tree of solid oak growing exceedingly rugged
Sunrise blankets my branches with splendor and I renew
Rain saturates my sprigs with moisture and I flourish
Winds thrash against me and I discover I have surpassing strength
Lightning strikes me and I poise unbroken
Squalls rage upon me and still I stand
Man comes and eliminates me
Internally I weep for existence
Against nature I am powerful
Against man I am vulnerable
© 1996 Shelly Tennyson Taylor