Stream and Tree
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.
Publication Details
Original Citation
Wascana Review 10 (Spring 1975) 90.
Word Count
95
Original Publication
Date Published
1975
Book Appearance
Complete Poems
282
Notes and Commentary
This poem would make an interesting pairing with Frost's "Stopping by Woods"