I chose my usual topic of the beautiful oaks on campus.
Patriarchs
Standing tall, watching, protecting.
They have learned from many students,
observed many professors.
The Patriarchs of this place.
The tears of anger, stress and loneliness
shed beneath;
In the spring,
The engagements and tears of Joy.
They clothe themselves in lacy moss for the occassion.
Nuturing, loving, standing tall
They watch the students,
they protect them;
They have been here for years,
and will remain
if in fact, we allow it.
They watch us,
all of us for several centuries.
But will we let them watch our young?
Or will we remove them
for our football fields and parking lots.

No comments:
Post a Comment