Caren Krutsinger Poet Personification

I Am the Only Place To Sit

I am the granddaddy of this tree line
Used to be the strongest, mightiest evergreen here
The others sprung up renegade, one by one
Now I am but a stump of my former glory.
I guess this happens in old age.
I am the most sought after, however
When people come to wait for rides.
I am the only place to sit.

The winters are balmier now,
Today we have snow, which I love
But only a dusting.
I am disappointed that the highway is clear
It is a lot more exciting when cars are stuck or crashing.
Lots of action, tow trucks, police cars,
Sometimes an ambulance with red lights.

Nothing much to do these days but watch
So here I sit, listening to the my great grandchildren
Speaking of me in whispered ways
They think I am senile, too old to hear
My hearing is that of a dog.
I could howl if I wanted,
but I choose to sit here listening,
flicking them out of my will one by one.

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