The Senator Series – Part Five

January 19^th, 2012

Whether by Bike or by Car 

Tires would speed your way.

Never was a trip complete without

A visit

A sight

A moment.

Through the dewy, spring hammock

Excitement would build

As friends were dragged to your feet

To see their expression—astonishment,

Amazed.

This place was yours,

And by being here

So were we.

Standing large, hands would cover eyes

To see your face for the sun. To think

Of all your life had endured

Our own ages are nothing compared.

One look at your rough, holey bark

Would fill a heart with wisdom

Of strength in storms,

Fortitude in floods,

Fidelity in draughts,

Beauty in years

That forge into a fortress

That flourishes as a well-tended rose.

Now into softest earth
Your character decays
Into us where fruit born
Will nourish us to long life.

We were satisfied knowing that as much

As we would never know about this land

About the world

You have known.

Knowing you to have been here

So we could hope to be,

A tree of life to live by.