On Baker’s Branch
(after Gaby Bedetti’s Lessons of Floracliff)
after 20 years on our farm
I recently discovered
an anchor oak in a deep hollow,
the wing span of three people
could not embrace it
we put a rope swing on a low branch
that angles out 30 feet and tips
the rising ground, we bring our grand
children here for picnic and play
and to tell them ethereal stories
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It bothered me that you discovered a tree then instantly had two other people to not embrace it. I think there’s a lot more here with this tree and the ether. You left me hanging (ha ha ha, chuckle, chuckle)
I can well imagine your reaction to finding such a treasure. Protect it fiercely, there are so few of these stalwarts remaining
by the way—-three people…could not….
seemed to me just the huge measure of its girth. You found it, and brought it to your family–such a terrific story.
K. Bruce Florence
Excellent poem. It’s true that we can learn a lot from trees.
I can almost feel the wind a I swing into it.
Lovely. Knew a tree like this once