Friday, April 07, 2006

Leaving

A tree with dark
and weathered bark
stands tall upon the plot
where long ago
another joe
filled up his chosen spot.
But did he know
this hulk would grow
with tendrils probing downward
to slowly tap
his precious sap
while reaching ever skyward?

1 comment:

Shirley said...

You do get a lot of your inspiration from that cemetary don't you?