For T.K.

Deep inside the earth of me
is a fallen tree of

Retracing steps of ancient times
I sit and write them in these lines.

I retrieve the parts of me so lost
I did not stop to count the cost.

Believing shelter lay inside
I simply wanted to abide.

But the tree took wing,
Began to sing.

Round the ages we do go
rising slightly with each blow.

Keep your heart inside the tree,
Sheltering many, sheltering thee.

Vicki Woodyard


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