may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Friday, August 19, 2011

a tree story


we have lived in our home a decade and a half
once,there was a giant tree shading the front of our house
it got old,and tired,fell over and split
it did not damage anyone or anything 
it took three days to chainsaw pieces to be used as firewood
i remember a trash truck helping us pull out the trunk
afterwards,a huge hole where our tree once stood
we tried to fill it in,but our ghost tree remained
we could see and remember her -windsinging birdsongs
we lost more than shade and beauty when she left
Now we replant as often as possible
(our tree canopy is aging in Austin)
and a slim thin green sprig arises in her spot
she will never be as majestic as our elder was
we count ourselves lucky to have been with her
youth can never carry the load of  older gravity
our thin sprig reminds us -of what it means to be a tree!

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