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To humanly count the pointed trees, [1]

Guarding just one cool, Alaskan stream,

Could take a life-time, if you please,

(And t’would be a nightmare – not a dream).

 

Trees are there whom no man has yet seen,

All awkwardly pointing to the sky,

An odd blend of black, gray, and green,

Silent, except for the wind’s sad cry.

 

From seedling to youth, to great old age,

They stand rooted in the northern sod,

Of wonders they’re just one more page,

Mute life, glorifying their high God.

                – eab,9/16/06 


[1] Written on west bank, Middle Fork of the  Chandalar River, in Alaska.

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