Tree's Lament

An Old Tree's Lament

It whispers through my greatest prize

That once used to look so fine

I used to be the one to rise

above those pathetic pines.

I still look down upon them

They smile up at me instead

Cause their lives are flourishing

While mine is almost dead.

I cannot comprehend

Why time is so cruel to me

I've seen everything from where I stand-

A little boy skin his knee...

A dieing solider wanting to feel Mama's hand

My once strong limbs

Have given shade to many a weary man

While the small ones hide up in me

Trying to see who can.

I have never left this spot

For many years not at all!

But here my trunk it starts to rot

As my leaves begin to fall.

I thought I was enormous

My roots were firm and strong

Smaller trees were nothing compared to my awesomeness

Everything about them was wrong!

My life is ending hastily...

Those other trees will scorn

When they see my empty self

Standing lonely and so worn...

CSL

Be The Best of What Ever You Are!

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

Be a scrub in the valley-but be

The best little scrub by the sid eof the rill;

Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

If you can't be a bush by a bit of the grass,

And some highway happier make;

If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass-

But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can't all be captians, we've got to be crew,

There's something for all of us here,

There's big ork to do, and there's lesser to do,

And the task you must do is near.

If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,

If you can' be the sun be a star;

It isn't by size that you win or you fail-

Be the best of whatever you are!

- Douglas Malloch

Little Flower...

Little Flower...

Little flower of the field

How long will beauty be?

Your perfect all about

Cannot we also see?

You dance there in the sunlight

You laugh gaily witt the breeze

Oh! Such a sight for eyes weary for to see

Leaves fall all about, wanting to consume

But still you can be found

By your sweet perfume

Little flower of the field

How long will it take for them to see?

Oh! How long will beauty be?

CSL

~A Wild Night~ by- CSL

I am standing on the edge

Into the blackness I peer

Wild winds twirl about. Wanting me to fear.

I take a step closer

Gripping tight the rail

My ears strain past the roar to hear a distant wail

Waves are crashing taller

Foundation begins to quake

My heart begins to pound...

So dreamlike, maybe i'm not quite awake

I need to turn back

Make it to the safty of home

But the wind haughtingly calls my name

Trying to sound so tame

Ha! A liar all the same

Salt air is so that i taste it on my tongue

Why can't I seem to part away...

Away from the edge , the blackness the crashing

And the wild wind that loves to play

All i know is i better leave before it is too late...

After all...this could be my fate.

Lifetime Friends

You were childhood friends, you and her. She didn't talk that much, but her shy smile and listening ear made you feel important. She was a friend that any wanted, and you could call her yours. She comforted you as you grew older and trials came your way. She showed you beautiful places that you never knew existed. You got lost inside her imagination as you read her stories. She didn't complain that much about her position, or life in peculiar. She had a few little secrets that she kept even from you. Her worries, dreams and wishes, that she kept as foolish.

Soon you parted ways. You went off to follow your dreams, while she stayed where she was, working hard. She wrote you letters every week, if you replied or not.

Years came and years went and you lost track of her. But don't forget the memories.
Then one day you found her, you entered her little cottage house so bright and happy.
She sat upon a rocking chair, she had a desk in front of her and she had been writing hard.
But at the sound of your entrance she looked up with the shy smile, that you had always loved. Her hair shimmered silver and lines had been carved from her almost constant smile.
You talked to her for hours, recooking the memories, you laughed until tears fell from your eyes.
Glancing at the clock you say you have to leave. She continues to brave a smile and doesn't let you see if she breaks down and cries.

It might be months, days or years before you come again, and you bid adieu .
Whenever you come she always makes you feel at home.

Finally after years of being gone, you come to that little town. You talk about the past and summers that you shared. She smiles weakly. Her hair has turned as white as snow. She says sincerely "Your the friend a friend would want".
You try to hold back the tears and wish for a couple more years, to be the friend she was to you.
She looks up to the sky and finally says goodbye, you see a twinkle in her eye. You brave a smile but tears are in your eyes.
"Its ok to cry", she softly says to you (and tears are in her eyes) "but it won't be long and you will be there too".
She sighs a sigh of contentment.
And you know just exactly where she is, see a smile on her face.

"She always was ready for an adventure" you say trying to smile.
You leave her bedside one last time, but you know your only leaving the bed now.
For all the memories will stay. And her face will always be in your mind, not the face all worn with care, but the face of younger ways.


Letter from the author.
I tried to figure out where to put the commas and periods, the end result made me think I should have just leaved it the way it was. This isn't really a poem or story, so I don't know what to call it. My mom didn't like it because it was sad. But I hope you appreciate it as much as I did writing it.