This is my first poem for my poem a day project. It's about redwood trees and the Church of the Nazarene. It's pretty obvious, but give me a break, its my first one.
Fairy Ring
First Church of the Nazarene is not what it used to be,
I hear
A fire broke out in the woods,
And burnt the redwood,
But the lightening underestimated the tree
Not knowing of its goodness,
Its willingness to share,
And the strength of its family.
The church has grown and spread elsewhere.
The tree remembered its substance,
The letters of its genome
And spread the stuff in a fairy ring
Around the broken tree.
The tree, the church is resilient.
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trees that grow where they should not
are gnarled and greyed and ugly;
dead and cracked without much point
and when you touch them, they feel stumpy.
trees that grow where they should not
know secrets about listening close,
about being a neighbor,
about how to love the earth
when nothing good should come from there.
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