I found it! I wrote a poem about a tree and wanderer when I was fifteen-ish that once in a while gets in my head. Or rather, the premise gets in my head (there was a tree and a wanderer?) but I had no real memory of the lines. I logged into my old Yahoo Mail account this evening and found a file (called the “Arrows Collection”) that I had emailed to myself for safekeeping back in the summer of 2008 with 40 pages worth of sophomore year poems, including “the wanderer and the tree”.
So here it is, unedited, a poem from fifteen years ago, that, you know what, I still stand by (and coincidentally ends on my word of the year!):
Title: The wanderer and the tree
Forest walls – a wanderer
Who wanders over walls
And stops but for only a tree
A tree who begs to die
This man, a ghost
Who all speak of
They say ‘ the wanderer, is he?’
And the wanderer floats by
There stands a tree upon a hill
This tree stands tall and strong
And on his hill he sees a ghost
The tree does not beg to die
The ghost says ‘tree, beg of me,
Beg of me to die’
And tree says ‘Nay, I will not beg
So please just wander by’
Winds to whisper to the waves
And waves sing to the skies
‘the tree’ they say ‘will not beg
He will not beg to die’
The clouds roar to the mountains
And the mountains cry to the winds
‘the wanderer, the wanderer
He will not pass it by’
The forest walls view the scene
No dying or passing alike
Through their grins they converse
‘this is just a start’
Finally the heavens say
To the waiting wind
‘who knew that a lone tree
Could touch a wanderer’s heart’
With Love,
Natalie
Interesting