There are Many Tall Trees

There are many Tall Trees"




I stopped by the old court today,

where the Oak and Hickory stand tall,

there are many tall trees here,

all dressing for the eve

and the fall...



When I question my self- worth,

when I hunger for answers...

I come to this grove,

here... there are many Tall Trees...



As their shadows sweep the sidewalks

and carress the faces of the children at play...

I think of my own childhood friends and our endless pastimes under these same trees...

pastimes displaced by the elements of time and fate...

seemingly not noticed by the stand of Oak and Hickory....

rendering me a Grace that permits me to remember the child still at play here within me-

my essence gleaned from the joys, despair and forgetfulness of my own years,


(G. O'Seasnain)