Ron Nicely

(Kansas City, Missouri)

Age Old Tree - Poem by Ron Nicely

Have you ever really wondered
When you looked at an age old tree
How many different changes
It could tell- If it could see?

Was it just a sapling
When the buffalo were free
And the prairie grass grew so tall
It looked like a giant green sea

Was it there to watch the settlers
As there wagons plodded past
Was it almost cut down in its prime
To be a boatmans mast?

perhaps its been a shelter
For young lovers in their teens
Who may have carved their initials
So that the letters still can be seen

Could it tell who built the roadway
That runs along its side
How many birds and squirrels
Has its branches helped to hide

How many glorious sunrises
How many settings suns
If only it could tell us
We might know from whence we come.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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