Pause for poetry: Michael Hawkes /10
A poem by Michael Hawkes
Come to the city to see the trees;
Each one monumental, grand,
Statuesque and strategically placed.
The streets and parks that have them,
With ambiance and beauty
Feel benevolent and graced.
Come to the city on a fine breezy day
To see the vibrant tree display;
Each one rejoicing,
Dancing wildly in its unique way,
With not a sunlit leaf misplaced.
Come to the city and sit in the shade
Of a splendid tree in an open square,
With space to stretch your knotted limbs
With vacant time to stop and stare
At the architecture overhead,
Through massive limbs that reach and spread,
Inclining one to do the same
As the Sycamore Maple Oak ‘n Plane,
With old ‘Sentinel’ trees to emulate
While pondering yonder sapling’s fate.