Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
Tag: trees
The Way
It was in this way, She knew the tree Would fall. It was in this way. Go ahead and believe In what you will. The path made Is the one you chose. It is in this way That a life happens. –Shaun Perkins
The Place Where We Used to Play
for Luann The stump of the locust tree roared When its body fell away from it In the April wind before the land Clocked its beat into her, the roar Evident in the toothy spears of bark Stalagmited from its edge, the hollow Of…
Stubborn
I am the blackjack oak protecting herself with a 2nd set of leaves. If I’m shorn of one by chance or natural means I will produce the other.
