Jack Worthington Poems
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The Joshua Tree
Standing tall on the arid desert floor
An ancient young man throws his arms to heaven
He cannot shout our names but knows us through our brethren
Standing there, year by year, a man of native lore.
Only seeing light and dark and feeling hot and cold
The sun scorches his hairy back as it sets in rays of gold
A silent man enduring, striving to be seen
By the forest of stone hearts, stirring in their dreams.
These hearts were etched long ago by gentle loving hands
At the dawn of time when light unchained from darkness by command
The tree wants to tell us of...
Rolling down the road in a silver Ford
I spy on the soldiers along the road
One by one they line in formation, as if a subliminal confirmation
That their precious cargo will reach its destination
They spread their arms through the orange sunlight
Some on mountains, others on plains and valleys
From the dams they came, to make the cities bright
To bring comfort to friend and foe alike, and illuminate the alleys