A row of cedar trees
native to the plains
and nearly indestructible,
with a shed behind,
old, ruined,
indicate the absence
of a home
once in the space
the trees protected.
What happened
to this farm?
The missing family?
Tragedy afflicted
on their lives?
And, the children?
What did they feel,
uprooted, scattered,
with the wind?
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Author:
dlherrmann (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2020 17:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Published in the collection: Family Plowing, and individually by Zingara Poetry Review.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
That row of cedar trees has a way of enduring longer than the wooden structures of man. A fine observation, a universal curiosity well depicted.
There are so many spaces where houses once stood and only remembered by the trees.
Andy
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