The Tree
Along a road , on our river trail ,
sits a solitary tree.
Standing through blizzard , and summer heat .
Because , Standing , is all he knows .
Occasionally , a weary traveler
will pause in his shade, admire his twisted , massive arms ,
lean upon him for support
though , somehow , does not take time to notice,
he is alone , standing away from the others .
He takes his nourishment from nature .
In the spring , he drinks heavily
from the shower that bathes him . .
And melting snow , in the winter
supplies a deep , hearty , if not cold meal .
Not relying on the hills , nor the comfort
of others like him to ease the winds of march .
He stands to offer shelter ,
But knows none of his own .
