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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4464 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Much is Taken, Much Abides Paul Lyons Long before the house, the oak had grown beyond convenience. So it stands a century beyond its youth, and in summer catches light and in fall seeds the ground and in winter shuns the gale and in spring turns the flood. On a day, like this, in August the stream is gone. I search to find the point at which the spring waters curve to pass the trunk they will not move. Silt and matted leaf remains to mark the course, except unmown grass has grown beyond my ankles to ripple in a breeze too faint to dry my skin, drought brown, tips braiding and unbraiding, wave and current close my eyes rest my strength against the oak and feel the water brush past my ankles cleansing my feet of earth and heaven. |
