Stream and Tree

The stream’s promise
of an easy bed could lull
a troubled man to sleep.
No dismay would alarm
the pastures nearby,
horses would still graze,
jays screech from a dying elm,
grasshoppers snap into
the depth of afternoon,
bluebottle flies attend
a dead rabbit.
But the young oak I lean against
grips earth firmly, reaches
toward the sun, grows into its future.
It makes my thoughts root deep
as I nod to the horses,
whistle at the jays,
drink from the stream and try
to think enough green signs
so I can go it alone.

    Original Citation

    Wascana Review 10 (Spring 1975) 90.

    Word Count
    95
    Original Publication
    Date Published
    1975
    Complete Poems
    282
    Theme(s)
    First Line
    The stream's promise
    Poetic Form
    open
    Observations

    This poem would make an interesting pairing with Frost's "Stopping by Woods"

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    But the young oak I lean against / grips earth firmly, reaches / toward the sun, grows into its future.