Friday, April 06, 2007

Wow...Amazing parallels...

The Old Elm Tree by the River
By: Wendell Berry

Shrugging in the flight of its leaves,
it is dying. Death is slowly
standing up in its trunk and branches
like a camouflaged hunter. In the night
I am wakened by one of its branches
crashing down, heavy as a wall, and then
lie sleepless, the world changed.
That is a life I know the country by.
Mine is a life I know the country by.
Willing to live and die, we stand here,
timely and at home, neighborly as two men.
Our place is changing in us as we stand,
and we hold up the weight that will bring us down.
In us the land enacts its history.
When we stood it was beneath us, and was
the strength by which we held to it
and stood, the daylight over it
a mighty blessing we cannot bear for long.


gramgoldshoes said...

Gee I see you were up till early hours thanks for letting us hear from you. Good poetry . Hopefully you are still sleeping. I know you need to sleep.

Mark Pettus said...

Hi, I'm a reporter with the T-U/ St. Johns Sun. I'd like to talk to you about a project we're working on that I think you would be ideal for - A little writing, and a little photography - no pay, but a big audience.

Email me if you're interested.
Mark dot Pettus at jacksonville dot com