Poems are made by fools like me,
by Joyce Kilmer
But only God can make a tree.
I am channeling Joyce Kilmer, as you can see. His poem “Trees” was brought fully to mind. The weather the other day turned downright surly. We had experienced the most violent thunderstorm that I can ever remember. Monsoon winds, zero visibility. Thunder and lightning.
Lightning. It found the tree behind the back fence on my property. Branches ripped away from the trunk. A forty-foot limb came straight down to embed itself a foot and a half into the ground where I had been working thirty minutes earlier. Such destruction … poor tree scattered all over my tree-less yard.
Of course, I don’t blame the tree. I stand in defense of trees. And so will you. Your poems this week will be tree-centric. Write about a specific tree. A tree from your youth. There’s pastries, pantries, poetry, carpentry … any tree will do. Spread your limbs and write of trees. Mr. Kilmer said it best.
MARIE’S TREE:
TREES branches sing with birds beg me bask in their cool shade unlike palm thingies © Marie Elena Good 2022 Can you tell I love being a northern gal? 😉
WALT’S TREE:
LAND OF TWO TREES Tall and thickly rooted, an “orchard” amidst a garden. The hardened immigrant toils, muddied soil his base, and his face is ruddy and worn. He had been removed from the home country he knew trans- planted between two trees shading his vegetable patch. Tall and thickly rooted, the gardener stands amidst his garden. An apple tree reaching, arms raised in prayer beseeching for a fruitful yield. Across the way plums, purple and regal. Leathery hands gripping a hoe, a “Hokka” he calls it, chopping and tilling clods of dried sod. Plans for tomatoes, potatoes, beets and cucumbers and a number of other plants. Bandanna flailing raised to brow mopping the flop-sweat under the noon day sun, baking. A curse in his mother tongue, chopping against bark to free the mud held tightly. Releasing his place of birth for a new home! (C) Walter J. Wojtanik - 2022 Can you tell i love being the son of a Polish immigrant who embraced America for all it had to offer and who offered all he had to give to have that life?