We found
beneath the mulch of leaves and sticks
the rough earth
the broken glass
a bursting acorn
seeking the light
its infantile roots
locked
against a rock below
No
against an asphalt sheath.
A road had run
beneath our garden
from the street and
back across the tracks
behind our house
down to the creek
to reach a long abandoned power plant.
But now
the roots were breaking
through a tiny crack
to find the earth below the tar-built plate
To resurrect the forest
which had sheltered for a hundred thousand years
a life once filled
with plants and trees and birds
with deer and bears and butterflies
A wild luxuriant symphony.
Red Clay, Blood River
Bill, your last two posts have been magnificent! Thank you! Was Ken Sehested Nancy’s husband? I got to know her through my. Chaplaincy at the hospital and I admired her greatly. Thanks for sharing your gifts with us! Linda
Bill,
You made my morning.
Thank you!
Loretta