This fir is an old friend
She lends a punctual ear to no end
First shielding my body from the -
unforgiving Georgia sun then we
quietly face the beautiful ambiguity -
between dusk & dawn ...

The pang of nighttime hunger
The loving draw of the evening kitchen
Needle point napkins and lace
Accouterments methodically placed
Clean hands & red Winter faces
Laughter , reflection & grace ....

There's always something fascinating on the other side of the street ..

If the Earth was the eye of a foal ,
a black ,wondrous , glass sphere filled with -
mystery & soul
She'd mimic a footpath of white gold beside the blue banks in chilly -tempestuous Fall
The call of iridescent matriarchs along the mire
The pall of bonfires , snow capped rabbit rocks , snapfingers -
& sorghum wheels
Mallow traipsing grass oceans
Silver Maple , red & gold leaf devotion ...

There are no skies any bluer
Nor truth any truer
Green any greener
Nor cool morn ever cooler
Or new Autumn pasture ever newer .....

Corporate greed + 1000 money making schemes x
0 (thoughtful musicality) = 0 originality ...

Life began well nourished after breaking the fertile ground
Patriots shouldered their rifles in crisp salutation
Soldiers joyously gathered around , Marching bands played-
musical testimonials , the sound carried throughout-
every town
The Apple Tree was Liberty
She grew strong an bore the fruit of Freedom
The citizens selfishly gorged on every bountiful harvest
Day upon day , Year after year till one day when-
the spoils of government could not be reached ...
Her bounty died on the vine , rotted then fell to the earth
In a fit of megalomania, bureaucratic fertilizer exalted her to reach the Heavens but she was so denied ..
Aloof and deaf to the clamor and pain of her citizens
In her dying day she lay felled by the keepers sworn to-                  
her defense , now a page in history on the wrongs of nationalistic -government , the "Star of the Grove" with all her promise and good intent came and went with a painful end ...