A gentle clock of a poem, reminding me of Frost's adage, 'A poem begins in
delight and ends in wisdom.' (In my case, it is often, A poem begins in
delight and ends in de night <g>)
Glad the storm missed you, Max. A lot of crazy weather around Oz at present!
Andrew
On 19 January 2011 07:17, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>
> Pine Nuts
>
> The big dead old pine tree
> near the park entrance
> came down in yesterday's gale,
>
> taking down power lines with it -
> ŒThe outage in Doncaster East
> should be repaired by 3 p.m.¹
>
> The fire brigade came in case.
> The power company sent several
> Teams. Before our ice cream had time
>
> to melt, power came back on. But
> the great heaps of branches!
> cordoned off by plastic tape.
>
> Today inspecting the huge wreck,
> its pitiful roots exposed,
> I meet a couple, old like me.
>
> She says ŒWe kids used to climb
> this tree for pine-nuts. Our house
> was just over there.¹ ŒThe one
>
> with the grand front verandah?¹
> I ask. ŒYes, and to think
> the council wouldn¹t save the house
>
> from developers.¹ It was heritage,
> we agreed. And the tree? ŒWell, I¹m
> seventy-one so more than a hundred,
>
> the tree.¹ We patted its hoary trunk,
> took our heritage selves home
> before the next gale could test our roots.
>
> Max Richards
>
>
>
>
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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