“ In the stump of the old tree, where the heart has rotted out, there is a hole the length of a man’s arm, and a dank pool at the bottom of it where the rain gathers, and the old leaves turn into lacy skeletons. But do not put your hand down to see, because…”
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“ In the stump of the old tree, where the heart has rotted out, there is a hole the length of a man’s arm, and a dank pool at the bottom of it where the rain gathers, and the old leaves turn into lacy skeletons. But do not put your hand down to see, because…”
http://margaret-cooter.blogspot.com/2015/01/poetry-thursday-stump-by-hugh-sykes.html
I enjoyed that poem so much i made my sister listen to me read it out loud. Thanks for sharing :)
That’s wonderful to hear! One of my all time favorites for sure.
less terrible than spent fissile fuel rods, which are also kept down in forbidden pools.
This is not a place of honor. No-one of import is buried here…