Big Tree

Big Tree

  I honor your Spirit

free in the forestwind.

  Your massive earthbody,

cradled in iron prongs,

  will not be cherished.


The truck chugged up Westbound 80 —

  I saw you,

    caught my breath.

Oh, to have seen you,



rooted in your nativeland,

  a king among your redwood sisters

    & brothers.


I know there is grieving in the hills tonight —

  a quiet moaning —

as mountainwind travels through the limbs

  of your kin.


Copyright July 1997 by Phyllis J. Hanniver


About pjh95811

I am a writer and poet living in California. I love cats, dogs, nature, poetry, spirituality and the Pacific Ocean.
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One Response to Big Tree

  1. junegillam says:

    wow–question raised in the first stanza well-answered in the rest and esp the photo!

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