Sunday, September 5, 2010

Oak I
I step out from the shade of an old oak tree
The sun burns hot, the grass is brown, the earth parched,
In the distance a lonely ditch awaits
Canteen water I pour over my arms and see my tanned skin glisten
Early morning start, a day's work ahead
I step back under the shade, lean against the tree like a worn shovel
I'll let the boss fire me

Oak II
I stood under the shade of an old oak tree
An old shovel breathed in rhythmic time
I do this to stay free, he said
Once I was afraid, mostly of myself.
So I meditate. Praise the tree above

What do you fear now? I asked
The Roots buried deep underground
I slipped away from the ancient shade, and understood more about this wandering me


Mary said...

Two differing perspectives, if I understand correctly. I know someone with the first philosophy. Unfortunately I think this characterizes many.

Jingle said...

excellent words.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, this is really interesting. I love "lean against the tree like a worn shovel". And "an old shovel breathed in rhythmic time". I love the pilosophical tone of the second poem and him fearing "roots buried deep underground." This was an interesting read. Great job!

Diane T said...

I like how you switched viewpoints! Oak trees are the strongest of trees I believe...but maybe not as strong as a willow, LOL.

J. said...

I like the detail and your use of description. It makes for a pleasing read on the eyes. I too am glad you found my blog because now I have found yours.

Fireblossom said...

Embedding a question within a poem is a clever device. I like it.

Systematic Weasel said...

Excellent work on both pieces! =)


Susannah said...

I like these very much...again, I read a deeper meaning. :-)