Taught By Trees

The smell of the tall-pine forest brings peace.

Riding storms at
the top of a cottonwood
(a crows-nest for the desert pirate)
is freedom for a child.

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Even dead, there is inspiration
and power,
even
a sort of life
in the still reaching branches.

Cooling,
resilient,
home for birds and beasts.

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Bent,
broken,
burned,
cut,
yet never truly conquered.

The spirit of the tree, speaking to the spirit in me
even brings
imaginings of eternity.
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Dana Sanford
2020

Inspired and written imperfectly for Timothy Key and Charles Roast in response to the prompt of

Poet. Philosopher. A sense of Humor. 60 years ago I rode the winds at the top of a tall cottonwood. Buy me a coffee @

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