A poem I wrote a long time ago but it rings true present day.
We went down many winding country roads that day.
Sometimes wondering..are we going the right way ?.
I saw a sturdy but bent tree temporarily shifted...
With the help of some staking poles, it lifted...
No longer bent out of place,..
now straight as could be, with a brace...
I am funny about things like that...
I can find analogies from things I look at...
Looking at that tree as if it were me...
Living ..breathing..alive...yet bent...
From past storms & their natural events...
My roots are clutching through such rich soil,..
but the years show through branches coiled...
And then come along people dear to me...
Stepping back they look at me to see......
That in my heart I am strongly built...
But the wear and tear of all of my guilt.....
It shows through the weather and time....
And they come to help at the drop of a dime....
Acting as staking poles, they surround me...
Feeling as tall as the tallest cedar tree....
My family - My friends - My Staking Poles...
It's an embracement of beautiful souls....
So many roads and kinda displaced...
The hot wind was hitting my freckled face...
We eventually found our way home..
Content , and being greeted by our gnome...