Trees, trees everywhere are trees, blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind…
by Jim Morgan
With all due respect to the doofus who said that he’d never see a poem as lovely as a tree, I don’t think that I like trees. God did not put big shade trees here in West Texas. In His infinite wisdom He wanted us to see the scenery.
Yet man in his wonderful adaptive mode has decided that God may have been wrong and has begun planting trees here. Outside these plants stand tall and pretty basking in the radiant sunlight. Underneath they have nothing more an ugly web of deceitful, spindly sticks drinking up all of our water.
each perch needs exploration-
talks over coffee