Life Circles (Jerry’s Septcouplet)
ancient oak giant of her species
magical lady of the bosque
once she bordered the rio grande
but a road was needed there
so they moved the river over a-piece
and left the oak as the guardian of the arroyo
she’s just a tree
but more to me
she fed the squirrels
and gave shade to the geese
a favorite spot for a picnic
a learning tree for the native children
beneath her boughs a rut between her roots
many a day I would rest there and watch the sunset
this sage of trees
against the breeze
it was perhaps two hundred years ago, maybe more
that a determined acorn buried herself deep
the rains came and soaked the ground
and from that tiny seed a mighty oak was born
the sun bathed the seedling, her roots reached down deep
her strength and will to survive defying all odds
great lessons taught
elements fought
she survived fires and drought
her arms bear the tattoos of lovers long gone
she recalls the voices of children
who nestled in her boughs and napped
while mothers washed clothes in the swift-flowing river
she knew all of life in her quiet spot beside the arroyo
drink in sun beams
sleep ‘neath moonbeams
more than a tree she was a nursery for generations
each sturdy limb supporting nests awaiting new arrivals
her life sustaining fruits fed her feisty chipmunks
her peaks a peaceful watchtower for hawks and crows
for all that she took from the earth, she gave back more
her beauty and grace a blessing to all who happened by
mother to all
staunch and tall
today I walked to speak with her
my mother, the mighty, aged oak
i found her in pieces laying on the ground
no need for a staunch oak tree anymore
replaced by a flexible willow
of which many now lined the arroyo
shes lost to me
mighty oak tree
weeping as I sat looking at her life circles
stained with sap, dripping her blood tears across the rings
a life senselessly sacrificed for a more progressive look
she was the only testament to all that had happened there
yet she didn’t fit the design of the new landscape
man had again destroyed what he could not tame
life cast aside
history died
Sherry Gail Heim
January 15, 2006
Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2006
Loved this.
Reindeer
When they cleared the land out back {purely for profit{, the trees
screamed as they were torn apart and tossed aside. I thought I was going to lose my mind. They s c r e a m e d, I swear. Thank you
for writing this, and for being who you are. 'Pea' <3
Regis
This is superbly-written! I should try this format too sometimes.
Lucky Star Sandie May Angel :o)
enjoyed
Love & Peace
William
Paul;-)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
"If I have to be this girl in me, then I have the right to be."
You don't write often (enough) but when you do, it's for sure a gift to all that read you.
Nature is also a gift, a gift from the Creator to us, to enjoy, to embrace. If they keep tearing down and replacing it with more concrete and steel, pretty soon the only part of nature that is going to be left is the sunrise and set...Can they destroy that too? They may not be able to remove it, but they can surely fill the air with so much pollution that one can't see it anymore...
Thank you for sharing this Sherry...this is wonderful.
Lisa
Ron
This is just too great!
Brought tears to my eyes even though it was only a tree...not even known by me...you touched me!!
Jerry will enjoy this I am sure!!
Love Tinka
More than that you have infused a vein of raw emotion and history throughout these seven linked verses
You obviously put a lot of hard work and thought into this perfect piece, what you have to do, if you want to do your best !
Excellent
Peter
Felix
Eileen
Reviewed by George Carroll 1/15/2006
This is a sad testament to what is happening today and will continue into the future. I'm not aware of this format but it does look challenging and you have mastered it so well.