Our Tree
We are brewed in soil
Born of roots
Drenched in the rain
Of bloody waters
Quenching thirsty ground
A trunk buried in
Bark emerges
Branches reach
Telling our story
Tender leaves
Know our name
The tree connects us
Invisibly bound
Through years
Of propagation
Our tree blossoms
Bearing fruit
Or dropping in rot
Discord inevitable
Breaking branches
The tree will always
Be of what it’s
Branches make
Our tree is drenched
In bloody waters
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Joyce Kilmer began my love for trees that were plentiful in the orchard la of both sets of grandparents, this exquisite poem continues in that tradition 🙏🏻🕊️
Joyce Kilmer's poem Trees is the first poem I ever remember hearing at about the age of four. Thank you for your generous words!
Most welcome, Katie🙏🏻🕊️
This metaphor fits well with our branches and roots and the bloody waters are we not all born of blood and water. Well done Katie
I guess it is confusing. I was trying to convey we are all connected by blood except for those who marry in. Not always meant to be a negative depiction of family except when I talk about the branches breaking. Can you think of
Family trees are blood related and if you want to deal with marrying in then grafting may work or the interconnection of roots and how they communicate with each other and share nutrients and information
Great, thanks!!
Most welcome
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