My hands are worn of work, and holding an aching memory of yesterday’s efforts to plant a tree that will live five hundred years. I was thinking it would be eleven or twelve generations from now, a child homegrown of my roots might look to see some splendid legacy still yearning into earth, still reaching […]
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The willow tree is dying, and I, so of myself, would ask what I might do to save it. As if a tree should not be seen as glory laid so low in western winds, so slow to loosen at the root, opening to the sky, returning to the earth. The host of shade and […]
James Scott Smith 