by Robin Enns
just a few miles
to the east
under a bridge
are wild roses
pastel bright pink
in sprays of bushes
beside willow creek
and an gnarled old soul
of an oak stump
the once proud oaktrunk
lies twisted
but connected now
to the stump are branches
trailing in the willow creek
and life in strong
new limbs
six or seven feet tall
just a few miles
to the east
beside a bridge
are bright oak green
living leaves
with pink wildroses
blessing this old
renewing soul
rooted in water
and tobacco now
and the gift of
a thought of
freedom to know
and to feel their
own
true hearts
just a few miles
to the east
is a bridge
and wild willow
roses
and an old soul oak
and a gift
of a thought
of
love