04-17-2025, 08:28 PM
The Hanging Tree
there is a sole oak tree
somewhere in my vineyard;
the grass shines a golden hue
around its uninvited visage.
birds don’t dare approach;
rams graze quietly around it;
villagers speak in hushed tones
about the story of the great oak tree:
they say
when the grapes
are ripe for harvest,
it produces
the finest wine
from a lone noose
tied to a fraying branch.
there is a sole oak tree
somewhere in my vineyard;
the grass shines a golden hue
around its uninvited visage.
birds don’t dare approach;
rams graze quietly around it;
villagers speak in hushed tones
about the story of the great oak tree:
they say
when the grapes
are ripe for harvest,
it produces
the finest wine
from a lone noose
tied to a fraying branch.