Blue Spruce

Audio Recordings, Family, Ranch Life, Remembering / tagged Birds, Childhood, Play / July 9, 2022 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

It may have been about thirty feet tall
taller when you're small

And on the very top would sit
the great horned owl
If the anti-Christ were to have a Christmas tree
he could have capped it as the perfect dark angel
We cowered by the corner of the house
our very blood frozen pretty to his predator eyes
Yet when he flew away
we could snap - as only children can
from fear to play
run to divide the branches and return once more to the soft-needled floor
One little two little three little Indians in our magic tepee in a land of long ago and not so far away

Related

1 thoughts on “Blue Spruce”

Ken Christopher July 9, 2022 at 2:50 pm

A lovely poem, and not very far away

Reply ↓

Leave a Reply to Ken Christopher Cancel reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.