To a Certain Cedar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You held me up high among

the others on that wooded glade

in the close shade on sunny days

I was always eight years old 

back then even when I was

nine or ten climbing trees or

sailing seas away from home 

across the yard or was it a harbor

and you a mast with provisions 

stored in your limbs the insects

discovered overnight (another sight)

are you still there today you are

for me and will always be.