Poetry As A Stump

The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads brings us Poetry as Insurgent Art  in the vein of  Ferlinghetti.  I wanted to participate.

Stumps line the rim of the ditch

cut down in their youth,
as a tree's life goes.

Roots full of life with a reach

wider than their whacked-off crowns

have nothing now to feed, cut off at the knees.

The parked bulldozer with its claws in the dirt

is poised to make smooth the way of man.

But saplings spring stubbornly from

stumps left alone. The tree remembers.

(The painting is oil and acrylic on canvas by Lawrence Ferlinghetti)



The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now. 
                                                       - Chinese proverb