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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In an English forest on Nottingham’s Sherwood National Park <br>stood a large wide oak tree probably as old as the Ark. <br>Oddly enough I had never seen this old proud tree before, <br>it sort of pulled me to it, as though it wanted me to explore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I slowly walked around the trunk and looked closely at the tree <br>admiring its form, its wrinkled bark, every inch fascinated me. <br>My fingertips touched its bark and felt its rugged texture and shape, <br>it seemed so alive, and I was overwhelmed for heavens sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sturdy trunk appeared to be expanding and growing ever wide, <br>then I thought I heard a child’s voice coming from deep inside. <br>Against the deeply wrinkled bark I placed my hands and ear, <br>just in case by some strange chance a voice I really did hear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems as though I heard nothing so I gradually stepped away, <br>as I did the tree trunk looked as if to shrink, shudder and sway. <br>I rubbed my eyes in disbelief; I couldn’t believe what I’d seen <br>I reached out and touched it to make sure it wasn’t a dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Several times I stepped back and forth from this unusual tree, <br>seeing it expand and contract was becoming too much for me. <br>On my last step backwards I definitely heard a child’s voice say, <br>“Help me, help me, I’m trapped in here, please don’t go away.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without thinking I answered, “What are you doing inside the tree? <br>How long have you been in there and can’t you get free? ” <br>Sadly she said, “I don’t know how long I’ve been in here, <br>but I can’t get out will you please help me to get clear.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little girl started crying and pleaded with me to stay, <br>“Please don’t go, please help me, please try to find a way? ” <br>“Try to stay calm, ” I said, “I’ll examine the tree once more, <br>you found your way in, so there must be a kind of door.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I closely examined the tree I asked the child her name, <br>“Martha, I’m six years old and my mother’s name’s the same.” <br>To stop her fretting more I asked what colour shoes she had on. <br>“I have no shoes upon my feet somehow they have gone.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I’m sorry Martha I cannot find a way in I’ve looked and I’ve tried <br>I just don’t know how you managed to get yourself inside? ” <br>Sobbing she said, “I don’t know either, but it seems like a very long time. <br>Could you possibly look inside the tree? You could if you climb.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Alright Martha, I’ll climb up to that branch sticking out to my right. <br>I’m sorry there is no way into the trunk; and soon it will be night. <br>Let’s go over this again and try to remember how you got inside.” <br>“All I can remember was lying in the tall grass, trying to hide.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Were you playing the game of hide and seek with your friends? ” <br>“No, my father told me to hide and later my mother he would send.<br>It’s slowly coming back to me now I had also been hit on my head <br>I remember I went very dizzy and then everything else went red. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke up with a headache and found myself inside this tree, <br>I never saw my mummy she must have forgotten me.” <br>“Now then Martha did this happen recently, or was it some time ago <br>was it yesterday, a couple of days since, or a fortnight or so? ” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“No, I think it must have been longer because of the way you’re dressed <br>I’ve never seen anyone with clothes like yours; you do so look a mess.” <br>“How can you see me Martha, is it through a nut-hole in the tree? ” <br>“No, I can see you through the bark, as you are meant to be.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Is it dark inside the tree trunk, or can you see any light? ” <br>“Well, It’s not wet, it doesn’t smell, but it is as dark as night, <br>but high above there is some sort of lamp shining really bright.” <br>“Alright Martha, if you can get to it, a way out is in sight.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Hello, hello, you standing outside the tree, can you hear me? <br>Thank you. I’ve entered the light and my daddy I can see. <br>I didn’t realise he was so close I could have climbed up here before<br>and how I got inside the tree will be a mystery for evermore.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q>
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stood a large wide oak tree probably as old as the Ark. 
Oddly enough I had never seen this old proud tree before, 
it sort of pulled me to it, as though it wanted me to explore. 

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