Ancient Sycamore
Here I stand,
Says the ancient sycamore,
As the river thunders
As the waters swirl
As the high water Tay rushes past,
Here I stand.
Here I stand,
Says the tall mighty tree,
As the people pass
As they gawp at my neighbour
As they rush past my splendour,
Here I stand.
Here I stand,
Says the sycamore,
As the forest was timbered
As the trees were cut back
As Birnam was broken,
Here I stand.
Here I stand,
Says the ancient,
As you walk with your troubles,
As you pass with your fear-thoughts,
As you wrestle with worries,
Here I stand.
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Inspired by this ancient, 300 year old sycamore, standing next to the more famous Birnam Oak, one of the few survivors of the ancient medieval forest at Birnam.
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Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane…. I like this poem very much, a remarkable tree indeed and one to make us realise the relative insignificance of our daily concerns.
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