From where I sit on
the back yard steps, I can see a pine tree we left behind after we first bought
our house. There were four others, but they’d grown so close together, we had
to have them cut down as they were killing each other as they competed for soil
space, water and sunlight.
Where we live, at the
intersection of Great Plains, Deciduous Forest, and Coniferous Forest, there’s
a wild mix of trees and grassland. But what would happen if you went further
south? What would happen if a migrating bird dropped a seed of, say, a Jack
Pine in Oklahoma City? What if a little boy, from a near-destitute white
family, discovered it, found out about it, nurtured it…and that’s what this is
about.
The pine could not move, had no arms to hold,
But the thin needles and twigs made shade.
Though the boy was man, and the pine a tree,
For one minute they were together, not alone.
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