Sara Kendrick Poet I do not know?

Tree In Waverly Hall, Georgia

Why do your limbs resemble 
A Jewish Mennorah Lamp
Is it from so many children playing
On your delicate limb when your were young

Or are you reaching upward 
To God's sky in appreciation
For the sun and rain
For which men only complain

I don't know why 
I wasn't here when
You were planted
But you are beautiful to me


(There is a town called Waverly Hall and in that town is a tree I think Magnolia but not sure.  
It is shaped like a Mennorah Lamp with its limbs touching the ground.  I thought of a poem 
one day when we were going through this town on our way to Columbus.  I could just see 
children playing on this tree when it was young and shaping its branches.   This is also a 
medaphor for something else.)

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Diane Christian June 28, 2009 at 3:38 AM a good poem, EZE-47- 12 Fruit trees of all kinds will grow on both banks of the river. Their leaves will not wither, nor will their fruit fail. Every month they will bear, because the water from the sanctuary flows to them. Their fruit will serve for food and their leaves for healing." thanks for your kind comments God bless you

James Fraser June 26, 2009 at 10:46 AM Kool poem Sara, tree's are majestic pillars of life>>James