My Neighbor’s Trees
I sit and gaze at my neighbor’s giant pine tree
reaching to the sky.
I stare at his large old oak
the trunk so gnarled and wide.
Who walked this land years ago
when a lone acorn was waiting for rain?
His sycamore stands so tall and poised
limbs all painted in white and gray.
So many branches already lost
rotting and crashing to the ground.
How many more springs will the sycamore stand?
I sit and contemplate the beautiful trees
the clouds lazy in the sky
communing with Nature
and my neighbor’s trees.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©