Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

My Friend

The huge tree I pass going down my drive
This image does not do you justice
I know that this one could not wrap her arms around you.

When I pass you
the thought arises
what stories you could tell me and I wonder how old you are.

Wish you could talk and share with this ancient one.

Maybe we are both survivors
I know in my heart you have made it many more years
then I will.

That is fine
since you are a tree with sturdy roots
but this one
has been a survivor, a fighter all of her life
and will remain so
until the end.

3 comments:

MsGraysea said...

I love trees so much, and often find myself giving them human characteristics. This tree really has long arms....A dancer I would think. So happy you have her beauty to enjoy.

Happy Thanksgiving, Ernestine!

Anne Brew said...

Happy Thanksgiving Ernestine. I’m so pleased your health has improved. Love from Anne Brew in Yorkshire UK

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

ANNA, thank you