Between Two Trees

Sheridan Park, between two trees
Strung by two strings, a hammock hangs
Water below rises and lowers
The grass bends to the water’s will
But these giant blades of grass resist
Even long after the green left
These two trees, dead decaying giants

A branch falls, a warning to me
An obnoxious old couple
Who love their lawn well decorated
One small sapling sits in the lawn
Protected by her parents from me
Their leaves sacrificed to give sun
When the two fall, there will be one

A hammock cannot be strung on
One small tree, descendant of giants

4 thoughts on “Between Two Trees

    1. Thank you. That was my thought exactly. Nature is cyclical and I have no right to tell it what to do. That’s why this is one of my favorite poems because it speaks to nature’s innate ability to survive without us.

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    1. Thank you bigskybuckeye, this is by far one of my favorite poems so far. Sorry it took so long for me to reply, I’ve been neglecting the blog to take care of other responsibilities.


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