Fell

Arwen blew and the proud oak fell.

Broke his brave heart with one fell blow.

The ancient fell saw him fall,

Knew him from an acorn when sun

Blazed, rain fell and his branches brimmed with snow,

Watched him as she felled him, as Arwen laid him low.

Karen Cartmell


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