Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Trees for life

Loren included my writing in his show at the Aurora Gallery in Vancouver, Washington. The verses were supposed to be posted separately; however, the gallery posted it as one piece. Thought I would share.















Roots
At home in the darkness
Fed by rot and nature’s debris
Stretching beneath the soil
So your very essence can reach to the sky
Roots. 
Beneath my feet I see no roots from which I grow
My roots are in the past
Those that fed the mighty roots
That created the hand that writes and the soul that sings
Mine fed by my lineage
Yours fed by an eternity of seasons.
Both fed by the hand of God.
I tugged and pulled
Yet you did not budge
I found you in the desert
I found you at sea
On an island touching no other land
You would not give up your life
Not until I built a building
Or plowed a field
Not until I mowed you down so I could have more
I took you from your roots
Now mine are endangered.
I give you carbon dioxide
You give me life
You embrace me with your beauty
And my heart found song
You take my breath away
You give me air to breathe
I promise to take better care of you.
A tree stands only wanting to give shade, bear fruit, live and breathe
No voice does it possess
It cannot move to make room for ‘progress’.
It stands alone.
Or does it?
Hush
A whisper
A song sung between the wind and branches
Hush
Listen before it is gone.
My father pulled the plow
Turning the rich soil that was once
Crowned with a mighty forest
Soil fed by rotting leaves
Soil fed by the animals who dug and dunged
Soil broken up by roots’ long fingers tilling the earth
My father pulled the plow and our family ate
The sparrow said to the wren
“May I share your tree?
Mine has disappeared.”
The wren answered,
“My nest is in the eaves.
Come, this seems to be the way
Of what I have heard called progress.” 
The old rope swing hung from your branches
Your old gnarled roots became places for my dolls to rest
Cicada shells hung to your bark
I wore them on my shirt with great pride
Your shade protected me
And your grace wooed words to my pen
My heart is overwhelmed with love for you
My gratitude is unending. 
So understand, my tree,
My roots are indeed tied to yours
For all the life you seek
I seek to preserve for you
My lifelong companion
Should I find you gone
There would be no songs to sing
No birds to fly
And no whisper of the wind
My pen would be silent
And my heart would break.
~Pam Loxley Drake

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