A Tree Told Me.... Poem by no one special

A Tree Told Me....



Sitting in his lap, leaning, listening, watchful...
Sunlight captured in shadows
Birds swinging on branch trapezes

The wind, lifting his story, embarking eighty years ago
whispers of the sentinel journey.

cobalt bottles strewn
porcelain pieces shattered
quartz glistening

Lifting his limbs, a sigh, then embraced by
the strength of the old nut bearer,
I'm guarded by green sleeves.

peanut shells in rafters
fields tilled and toiled
families, who've loved and lost
surrounding the two story house

Pieces found
under the pecan tree.

07/02/09

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