All of the straight trees stood looking
as trees will
since before time ran so slowly
off to one side of still.
I guess I knew they would protect me
from the Sun’s questioning
and the river that had arrived there
by dead reckoning.
And the branches took my hands,
and the water thinned my fear;
there is a small sturdy safety
I find sitting here.
One, close by, was badly angled
with disregard for gravity,
yet was still willing to listen
to the silence from me.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Summers spent in the further out Metroparks bring this out.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
An experienced moment. Perfect harmony.
there are always at least two sides to every story .. can't wait to find a few more of em .. and your title is to bloomin die for and willingly .. Neville
Simply beautiful. A simple adjustment and anthropomorphic picturing brought stillness to all. Brilliant!
Nicely done, I was there with you beside that river, enjoying the silence of Nature. - Phil A
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