These patient trees
Wait in one direction
Lean on time itself
In good company.
The forests have taught me
This is no way to live
So parked and planned
So tended and trimmed
So many paths made
By men I’ve never met.
Adams Park
These patient trees
Wait in one direction
Lean on time itself
In good company.
The forests have taught me
This is no way to live
So parked and planned
So tended and trimmed
So many paths made
By men I’ve never met.
A Different Kind Of Speaking 