Everything I Have Learned from Trees

Everything I have Learned from Trees (written after 2 hours of auguring a backed up sewer drain) (started as a doodle, this is where it went….not so much a poem, just a thought) I sit now under the shade of a strong oak in my yard it’s ninety degrees, eighty- percent humidity, and my strength is sapped I hold my pen, breath fresh air, and reflect on the last two hours this tree, stoic in stature, yet stronger than I buried beneath the ground were strong roots feeding off of my waste, yet it lived strong while I fight to wake in the morning, and dream of sleep in the night so what I may think on discarding….those dreams of love the memories of younger days and my children who may be nuts at times (hey, his were, and they became tall and strong) are nourishment to the taproots of thoughts The strands of silklike fibers build mighty fortresses woody traps that hold things fast, only letting a trickle through my mind has done such things, those long lost ponderings that I had presumed flushed by time, and newfound treasure If I desire to flow freely again in life’s pipedream I must clear those webs, free the bones of skeletons tear out the tissues that fester…to let those dreams the memories……surface again the quagmire of rotting waste must be removed, so I may branch out as the tree find pure flowing waters of mountain top runoff the fantasy of rainbows where clouds and earth and sky meet © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes June 14, 2001 Written June 14th, 2001 © on Jan 03 2002 08:27 AM PST   0 • 12