Here is a verse from ancient Finnish folklore about the Rowan Tree:
In the yard there grows a Rowan.
Thou with reverent care should'st tend it.
Holy is the tree there growing.
Holy likewise are it's branches.
On it's boughs the leaves are holy.
And it's berries yet more holy.
This is delightful, and even provokes the mood and memory of lying in the shade of a stately tree with a loved one! It is absolutely delicious in its mood and story!
Excellent work yet again, my talented friend in letters!
Another beautiful write Frank..your poems have such a nostalgic feel to them..its almost as though you write of love from another time..I love the language that you use and all of your writing is uniquely your own style yet familiar with poetry i have read over the years...
The only part i struggled with was the first verse (i finally have a suggestion lol) Im not sure how to fix it i guess because i think thats better left to the writer to think about...but the first two lines made me stumble straight away and i had to re-read it and then again once i read the entire piece..
The ryhme isnt quite right because of it i think or at least not as natural in the first verse as the others..
Come sit awhile beside me love
For to keep me company
To be as one and lose ourselves
Beneath the rowan tree
Submission Name: Beneath The Rowan Tree
