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OAK LEA 2013





Just wanted to share this picture of the Oak Lea taken for me by my friend on a recent trip to the Kyle of Lochalsh. It shows her quite remarkably blending in to her sad surroundings.

STANDING PROUD YOUR LICHEN COVERED BOW RESTS IN GREEN,
AWKWARD OUT OF SALT SOOTHED SEA  
AGAINST THE BARN.
SHACKLED BY ROOTS SHIVERING AND SLITHERING THROUGH YOUR TIMBERS.
BOUGHS AND BRANCHES WHERE MASTS AND RIGGING ONCE FLEXED AND STRAINED.
CREEPING MOSS CLINGING ON YOUR PLANKS,
STRETCHING SLOW ALONG YOUR SLEEK AND SINEWED LINES.
EARTH TO EARTH
CRADLING ALREADY YOUR SPLINTERED SHATTERED FRAMES










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