The Thomas Hardy Tree I'm sat beneath The Hardy Tree In the graveyard, near Kings Cross This morning I awoke, refreshed, yet bereft With thoughts of a love, never gained, but still lost The tree has grown, up and around tomb stones of those long past And yet, their earthly remains gave #life to the tree in it's infancy It seems even in death, some #life, some light, will prevail My heart lies almost still. but beating, regular The rage and confusion of yesterday has passed I feel, a little, peace, at last What would Hardy think of me? We are similar in the title of "writer", only The tree has a rather small trunk Branches long and lean They reach to the skies, ever long While it's makers sleep, serene, at it's feet, forevermore.
