Old Tree Cross-sectioned cadaver of
Aged
tree;
one, banded and full of worms.
Renaissance berthed of an oak?
Your father a noble, I
I
presume.
see stresses have fractured you, too.
With chain-sword in old age run through. Why is it they murdered you in blood old? I'll bet more squirrels attended Your funeral than will be at mine.
Did Crockett climb your branches? He knew what a politician was.
One hundred seen sunsets
seventy-five thousand ain't
bad for a
tree.
Wish I could have watched them with you.
Joseph Earl
