Lone Burren Tree
By Pat Fitzgibbon
Silhouetted high against the sky
Stands a solitary stunted tree,
Stark and bare, with defiant air
from rock-bed struggling free.
By sleet and hail and boisterous gale
Its trunk and branches moulded,
Yet the sap will rise when Spring arrives
and in verdure ‘twill be clothed.
So, you speak to me, brave Burren tree,
“When you’re battered by trouble and strife
If your roots are deep
And your faith you keep
Through it all you will survive”.
Guaire, Spring 1993