Wednesday, January 25, 2012



A lone Elm
Soaring gracefully
Frozen into the earth
Turning to squiggles and strange shapes on the ends
Like the long slender fingers of an old witch
Casting an evil spell across the land
Making it short, clipped
Perfectly uniform

The elm towers over the grass
Pushing up a slight mound with it’s roots
Majestic, alone
But in it’s natural environment
Where it evolved to be
It would be normal,
Even sub par amongst the white pines
But now we think

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