Poem 112

The Walnut Tree Repose


Part I: Beginnings

Ahh, I see
As your journey comes to an end
You have questions you would ask of me
Time for you is short, your day about to depart

Here it is, the story of my birth
of life one spring, a shape to take
a walnut seed, then a nut
Yes a nut, a careless squirrel did break
then drop, he was only half awake

In autumn’s mist I fell, then lay
to wait springs thaw, a fateful day
winter storms, her cold endure
as I lay quite exposed
on the ground not clothed, very indisposed

The mountains set, the noble sun
her rays no longer would hide
I felt first warmth, then strength
piece the earth, the seed to awaken within,
yes, that was my birth

Meadows drink from morning dew
nourished me as I began to explore
what of my own course should lay
shadows in quiet repose
silently lay along the way

First a seed, then a seedling,
the deer were kind enough not to eat!
For 150 years I strove, my glory to behold
but for a walnut tree, that is but puberty

Another 200 years I watched
man his battles and storms engage,
then subside, until someone else did rage

As for glory, pride that awful thing
I learned that real beauty is to sing
to share the air with the robin’s wing

I knew the sun, her mighty swing
the glory, and pride would depart
shade for the forest floor,
I now impart


(Continue with Part II: Two Who Came)

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

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  1. kdavisfanclub

     /  May 14, 2013

    superb 🙂


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