Wooded Destinies

Written by: Albert Ahearn

The sun-bleached exoskeletons of old dead trees stand like sentries along the towpath riverfront exfoliated and gangling. In a former age they stood tall, grandiose to all passerby’s but they too are dead to recall their once impressive colossi. Eventually these remains will meet their final destinies: to fall-never to rise again- among forgotten progenies; yet many springs have passed since then each sprouted trees, time and again.