Among agricultural spaces
Through cool hollows
By a sycamore-lined glen
Sits a post
A post wrapped in decaying roots
Roots that once strangled the centurion
Behind the post
Tangles of Multiflora Rose and Honeysuckle
The top of the post is disintergrating
With crevices and fissures
That collapse when the harrier alights
Driven into the ground 120 years ago
To mark a plot's corner
With Granite and Feldspar outcrops dotting the hills
This old post has been buried in snow
This old post has been drowned in downpours
This old post has been sun scorched
This old post had been a backbone in unity
Biodegrading back into it's formation.
C.R. Blazo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-post/
