Martin O'Neill

(20-06-1958 / Solihull, Birmingham, England)

A pillar of the community?


Three hundred and twenty years in the making.
Lovers have met
Battles been fought, won and lost
And the afternoon heat
Has been endured here.
The King of the castle triumphed-
And was duly deposed here
Armies seen off
Defenders overwhelmed.
An enemy base
A home sanctuary.
Hitching post
Rendezvous, spaceship and monkey bars
Oh, and cuckoos have been heard here.
Countless hands, feet and tired posteriors have left their mark.
And it has left a mark in my heart, here.
The old tree trunk in the park.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 04, 2009

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  • Lyn Paul (12/17/2012 12:58:00 AM)

    Beautiful, the history of the tree. How many tales lie beaneath. Great work (Report) Reply

  • Ruth Walters (8/4/2012 3:19:00 PM)

    There's nothing like an old tree trunk in a park to spark off emotions and this poem has them all.....a battle of them................ Ruth (Report) Reply

  • Keith Horton (3/22/2012 3:48:00 PM)

    Beautiful homage to the resilient tree! The imagry used for the build up is brilliant! (Report) Reply

  • Okoye Charles Chukwudi (2/29/2012 2:56:00 PM)

    Wow wow wow....this is gud.
    I will neva hv guessed d ending.

    I hv a poet like this...Only a mirage
    do will like it....thanks for sharing..+ (Report) Reply

  • Micmac Mccrory (2/23/2012 4:15:00 AM)

    The stories some trees like this could tell; but only the 'grass' whispers.
    Your secrets are safe with a tree.
    Why are they called trees? Even when there is only one of them.
    Micmac (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (2/22/2012 7:42:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem, I too have such a friend Martin. Mine though is a magnificent specimen of live oak that I planted myself many years ago. It now covers two lots. I think this poem is is very well written. (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (2/7/2012 2:45:00 AM)

    Yes, trees are true pillars of a community and I feel them as much more: unconditional love and peace messengers. Thank you for this wonderful write, loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (2/1/2012 10:52:00 PM)

    And to think some people..see only a tree. But never us poets, eh? Wonderful
    job of unveiling some history one might not suspect was present merely in the location of some tree. Also, history has a way of choosing its own places and times. (Report) Reply

  • Jacqui Thewless (7/13/2009 7:36:00 PM)

    Would have preferred the last line, first - though I know you aim to 'reveal' stuff at the end. To buck your own trend once in a while might be more of a surprise, though, maybe? (Report) Reply

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