Friday, April 18, 2014

For the Pleasure of a Tree

                                                                     For the Pleasure of a Tree









                                                             

                                                   Outside the windows
                                                   the sunshine glares
                                                   rows of apartments
                                                   hot concrete squares

                                                  Designated spaces
                                                  for parking cars
                                                  across the highway
                                                  restaurants and bars
 

                                                  A reckless breeze
                                                  molests the rooms
                                                  children screaming
                                                 city fumes

                                                  A factory bellows
                                                  smoke from stacks
                                                  What I crave
                                                  this city lacks

                                                 Off, in my  mind,
                                                 a stream runs free
                                                 the gentle hum
                                                 of a busy bee

                                                Children laughing
                                                playing games
                                                flowers blooming
                                                from showery rains

                                               A country Fair
                                               alit with smiles
                                               All far away
                                               from this land of aisles

                                               A favorite place
                                               a world long past
                                               the dreams I dreamed
                                               and prayed would last
   
                                              The night's breeze, soft,
                                              cool and clear
                                              the weeping willow
                                              without tears

                                             It's graceful tendrils
                                             a home by day
                                             for singing birds
                                             to dance and sway

                                            Beneath its boughs
                                            a shaded dome
                                            of tiny leaves
                                            my second home

                                           How these memories
                                           come to haunt me
                                             and oh!
                                                for the pleasure of a tree


written in 1975

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