Woods to Come ~ BitterSweetLife

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Woods to Come



A guest-post by Lindsay Vanderhorst

::

The Wood is a watchman,
Silent as a sentinel stand stone trees.
The wood is waiting.
In deafening silence the vigil is kept,
Lifted boughs stretch to the sunlight.
In still supplication they cry,
“How long ‘til our king comes?—
We crave release from our soil slavery!
How long ‘til our captor-earth is vanquished?”
For when the victor’s foot treads upon the dust
Greenness and flowering will burst forth,
Limbs will lift in a dance,
Hills and heather break forth and sing.
Come, long awaited captain and king.

::

This poem is a companion to the post below.



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2 comments:

rusty said...

Thats really captivating....makes you want to break away from the humdrum routine of existence and run into the carefree cacophony of the willowy wild.....

Troy said...

camping around mammoth lakes california is so awesome.

 

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