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See the Tree with Janet Schlarbaum
March 9th, 2009. Published under Janet Schlarbaum Poetry, See the Tree with Janet Schlarbaum. No Comments.
See Not the Forest, But the Tree
See the Tree with Janet Schlarbaum By Willam Wyndham Wyatt.
It was not that long ago that we probably lived in trees. The ground was way too dangerous and filled with hungry predators looking for their next meal. We have come a long way since then, but we still have a connection to trees. We use their wood to build our homes. We place them around our homes for shade and other reasons. We seem to imagine that we have outgrown the need for their comfort and security. Is this really true? Sometimes, I wonder.
When I was young, so long ago,
I fell in love with trees.
I don’t know why I felt this love.
It built up by degrees.
It seemed I was enchanted
by a sprite within the wood.
I came to realize, of course,
these feelings were all good.
I learned a lot about the trees.
I learned what they like best.
A sunny meadow, room to grow,
a small stream gives them zest.
A place to shade and drop their leaves,
a home for nesting birds.
These things are what a tree looks for,
not best described by words.
They’re best described by going out
and touching them, you see.
‘Cause trees are real and rugged things.
Go out and love a tree.
I’ve had my differences with trees. Having been a carpenter has had an effect on my soul, but a man must eat. I think the trees understand, but they too, can be sad. When a fruit tree gives up its fruit, it knows that there is a greater chance that its seeds will spread to other new ground, so its sadness is comforted by the promise of new growth, new beginnings, just like us, I suspect.
Janet Schlarbaum Waves
February 6th, 2009. Published under Janet Schlarbaum Poetry, Janet Schlarbaum Waves. No Comments.
Beyond the Waves
By Willam Wyndham Wyatt
Published by Janet Schlarbaum
Have you ever loved and lost? What a question! I barely survived such an experience once(more than once). However, it did leave a mark on my soul. But souls are tough and hardy things that live in a different time frame than people. Some say that you must suffer before you can understand the inner pain of others. I disagree. I believe that you must care enough before you can understand, if that means anything. When she went away, I had no idea that it would darken the sun a little. But, eventually, the sun brightened once more and the birds once again began to sing. I guess time really does heal all wounds. The story below is mine and true, and I survived.
If the story be told, I haven’t gone cold.
My love has just folded in.
It’s still there inside. My feelings I hide.
I just won’t let anyone in.
A love is a thing like a bird on a wing.
To live, it’s got to be free
to fly low and high, to explore the whole sky.
Then return home safe to it’s tree.
My heart has to heal, and mend a great deal
before I can look at the sun.
Before I can be again happy and free,
I must learn to laugh and have fun.
My heart knows a place that takes up no space.
A place that will render me whole.
I go there at night to visit the light
that heals me and restores my soul.
So, time’s what it takes to heal the heartbreaks
and return to the land of the living.
I’ll just have to wait, come soon or come late.
I’ll just have to be more forgiving.
Those who have dared to love know what I mean. Unfortunately, she died in a car accident a long time ago, it seems. But now I know she would have meant for me to move on and find another. Such things are surreal and have little meaning until it happens to you. Let’s hope you never know what I mean about that.
Janet Schlarbaum Waves