Lone Tree Blues

 

Hacking, thrashing through
crunchy, hard reed-covered banks
I stand alone at the river’s edge
Currents whip past


My roots dig deep
into the loess underfoot
Waving to barges, speedboats
Days go past


Loose, long limbs 
hold homes for fat fireflies
A lazy raccoon holds court
throwing fish bones all around


Settlers aim for me
considering whether to chop me down
They all wondered 
if they could chop me down


Still I stand 
150 years later not defeated
Tent caterpillars, pioneer axes, tornadoes
Be damned


I’m the Lone Tree
Standing taller than all
Friends long gone, family carried away
downstream


This life is mine.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s