On my walks in the woods not far from home there is another beauty fallen across my path.
On my walks in the woods not far from home
There is another beauty fallen across my path.
A tree before its time trying to outlast the
fifth nor’easter this season. It went down
The branches pulling on the root to go down
Now. I look around and see the carnage
Tree after tree toppled in place like pick-up-sticks.
It wasn’t that way when we started here, a forest
On its way to maturity. I didn’t know
How far it had to go. Softly one by one.
One hardly noticed a tree gone here
A tree gone there. But now in this season
The forest seems upended, the trees given
Up the ghost. They like us so connected
One to another like a huge family can’t
Sustain the losses of loved ones. And
Begin to die from the top down and lie
On the ground unburied unmemorialized
Waiting for another song to say hello in there.
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Hello in there indeed. John
Ginny WTHello in there indeed. John Prine was a giant among people for his creativity and empathy. So many losses -- I hope that as our great musicians and creative people are taken by this virulent force that people will take a moment to search out something that they created and -0nder the wisdom. Hello in there, as Fan said.
Beautiful. Heaven borrowed
Michael Murphy WisconsinBeautiful. Heaven borrowed us a great artist. Now, he must go back. He was sent, to show the way, it's up to us, the one's that stay. R.I.P.
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