mystic forum
(The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Where thickest lies the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.
-Douglas Malloch)
I know a tree
tall and proud
that stands alone
Beneath the clouds
it's roots are wide and its trunk is thick
And it never once has fallen sick
I know another
Among a throng
With Timber weak
And roots that long
To taste the soil depleted there
By its cousins on the patch they share
I know a farmer whose father died
And left him land he worked with pride
Until the time his son took over
And began to tend the family grover
But alas oh spirit of the wood
I have for you a thought to share
Men and Trees are not the same
We bear fruit but not apples or pears
Strong wind bowls both over but where the broken tree may soon die
The broken man
Will lay down and cry
Tenderness beckons forth far greater things
Than wind that's harsh or chills that sting -Kristopher Terry
near night
urban galleon
true sparrow
lethal dragon
fickle yoke