Regardless of how you feel about trees and their place in the downtown, here is an ode to some of the trees I have stumbled upon during my travels:


I am looking at trees
they may be one of the things I will miss
most from the earth
though many of the ones I have seen
already I cannot remember
and though I seldom embrace the ones I see
and have never been able to speak
with one
I listen to them tenderly
their names have never touched them
they have stood round my sleep
and when it was forbidden to climb them
they have carried me in their branches
"Trees" by W. S. Merwin from The Compass Flower


An even better experience is listening to this poem, as read by Garrison Keillor.
Well, after a full week's attempt at blogging, it has come time to take a short break. Even the Flying Spaghetti Monster rested on the seventh day. May god bless His Noodly Appendage.
1 comment:
I really enjoyed the sentiments expressed in this entry to your blog. Thanks for sharing this poet's work and your own thoughts on trees. I love being in our local park in the fall when the varied colors of the changing leaves create a symphony for the eyes.
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