TWO POEMS FROM PREVIOUS TRAVELS

SUNSET ON BEAVER LAKE

Sunset's
saber
flashing
across
gentle
ripples
spreads
golden
nougat
topping

PL - written the year Lucidity Poetry retreaters took a boat ride and participated in a read-around on the lake. When TOB lived in Eureka Springs.
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IF TREES COULD TALK

If trees could talk, what would they say?
-- that General Hunter passed my way

in June of eighteen-sixty-four,
retreating from the Lynchburg Corps;

--that Rebel boys fell at my feet;
blood soaked my roots in summer's heat;

--that cannonballs so deeply sunk
scarred--but did not kill--my trunk.

Ala Marceau, our language rife,
and stubbornly we cling to life.

PL - after a visit to Shiloh on the Natchez Trace.
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Both poems from Variations, 1994, lovepat press