One Million Memories

My love for you
grows slow like a tree;
each root
feeding branches,
tipped with
young, green dreams.

I would give my whole life
to shade you from the sun
I ask but one chance
and to you I would run.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011 


He stood above
all my other friends;

He stood beside me
when I nearly reached
my end;

He stood peerless
in his efforts,
always trying;

I stand under
his favourite tree
and I can’t stop crying.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

One Tree Hill

One hoary tree
defiant against both sides
as a beacon to nature
in no-mans’ land.

Neither bomb nor winter shook it
whilst he in hellish
gas filled trench
fell where I was rooted in
my seventeenth summer.

Copyright D. Archer October 2011