Headstone On The Quad

Beneath this crumbling headstone,
entangled in deep roots, are bones
of a life it once knew;
forgotten in this concrete jungle.
It is unknown.

It is giant, it is wise, it is ancient;
twisted and gnarly limbs search for the sun.
Although these branches loom above always –
clawing for the clouds to bring down rain –
it is a ghost.

But still it grows,
grasping for the warmth, the sunlight,
it knows lies above.
And so great it has become:
the invisible tower.

Longer it has known these grounds –
from above and below –
than we have walked this earth at all.
We know nothing of its past endured,
yet still, it is reaching.

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About gnarlyoak

"Nestled sporadically over great and endless knolls, devoid of life during dry summer months, the oak trees of Los Altos Hills – so numerous around my home – speak to me in an unheard language. Like any person I am the sum of my successes and failures but unlike the masses I have heard the language of the oaks – I found meaning in their forgotten voice." - Song of the Oak
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21 Responses to Headstone On The Quad

  1. What a beautiful and well-written poem! Thanks for sharing!

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  4. Jingle says:

    your words linger,
    lovely poem,
    happy Rally.

  5. ScottlB says:

    Very good, like this:
    Longer it has known these grounds –
    from above and below –
    than we have walked this earth at all.
    We know nothing of its past endured,
    yet still, it is reaching.

    http://words4afriend.wordpress.com/2010/11/17/shake-it-loose-let-it-fall/

  6. This reminds me of an oak I once knew in Burlingame. Then I saw Los Altos Hills where I lived for a couple of years in the 80’s. Beautiful descriptive poetry, Ryan.
    Mine is here:
    http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/11/17/jingles-poetry-rally-thanksgiving/

  7. Beautiful poem, the words flow through here..

    Happy Rally

    Precious Gift

    –Someone is Special–

  8. Leaving people pondering deeper =D I enjoy every word blends into my mind, amazing! Happy Rally=D

  9. Jessicas Japes says:

    Love the idea of the oak still growing and reaching out. Very well described!

    http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/11/18/dark-severance/

  10. danroberson says:

    The oak growing and protecting, an invisible tower. Very descriptive and well written!

  11. Ina says:

    Very good. Oaks have something special. You write very well, I hope you are published on paper as well 🙂

  12. ladynimue says:

    We know nothing of its past endured,
    yet still, it is reaching. ..

    I guess you reacherd to it and gained wisdom 🙂
    Nice Poem !

  13. A.B. Thomas says:

    Fantastic write!

  14. PinkLady says:

    great imagery! what a brilliant poem. 🙂

    Swept Away

  15. Purvi says:

    Trees and poems have a relation long time.. liked it!

  16. pollutedpoet says:

    only a poet could descrube a tree with so much passion

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