It Is A Comfort To Me Poem by Raymond Farrell

It is a comfort to me
To come alone to this place
To meditate and quiet be
Here in this clearing
Where two gigantic pine trees
Stand side by side
Through summer's heat and winter's freeze
They have been together.

Their great height and massive girth
Speak of centuries of life and growth
Having taken root in this earth
Long before Europeans tread this ground
When only the Ojibwa people were here
They sent their roots deep
And reached for the sky without fear
Oblivious to the onslaught of history.

Empires have come and gone
In solitude and quiet these trees have stood
Paying no attention to time moving on
Marking neither year, hour or day
They express neither sorrow or joy
But their beauty has impressed me
Since I first came as a young boy
To climb and swing on their lofty boughs.