“I love that tree, ” he said.
You have to know a stretch
of woods to say that.
Have to walk, meander
knowing where you’re going
several times– perhaps
a lifetime– to say that.
And those who can know
something those who can’t
don’t know.
Poetry by Byron Hoot
“I love that tree, ” he said.
You have to know a stretch
of woods to say that.
Have to walk, meander
knowing where you’re going
several times– perhaps
a lifetime– to say that.
And those who can know
something those who can’t
don’t know.