ode to a tree

Ode to a Tree

There it stands in the January snow

Its limbs bare and clean

Waiting for the coming of the spring show

Now it’s April time for the color green

The flowers will be a reading to bloom

Awaiting the bees of June and July

The flowers will be show your look

As the flowers fade you will need a groom

The wind will make the blooms have a fly

This will show the other treasure: the fruit book

 

In the October sun the leaves began to fall

The friends of your beauty will take a peek

Many will take an admiration of your color wall

Your beauty will only show you are meek

As the weather begins to take a chill

            You will begin to lose that splendor

            Your branches will become bare

            One will know it is not your will

            However, all will still know your grander

            The weather will change to make this fair

            As the circle completes you will once again fit the bill

           

 

 

 

Now in December we’re back to the snow

 The bare limbs await the return of spring

litany

You are the peanut butter and the Jam,

the brandy  and the brandy snifter.

You are the fog on the lake

and snow on the mountain.

You are the bib on the baby,

and the robins of the spring.

However, you are not sun in the sky,

moon and stars,

or bees in the hive.

And you are certainly not center of my universe.

There is just no way that you are the most important thing in my life.

It is possible that you are the cows in the feed lot,

maybe even the seagulls on the wire,

but you are not even close

to being the rose in the rose garden.

And a quick look in the mirror will show

that you are neither he tools on the work bench  nor the car in the garage. 

It might interest you to know,

speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,

that I am the sound of the children in the hallway of the school.

I also happen to be the fireworks in the sky,

toilet paper going down the toilet

and the basket of fruit on the dining room table.

I am also the _light in the parking lot

and the _old women sitting on the porch.

But don't worry, I'm not the peanut butter and the jam.

You are still the peanut butter and the jam.

You will always be the peanut butter and the jam,

not to mention the  brandy  and--somehow--the  brandy snifter.

 

 

intro

Hi my name is Greg Nau and I am from a small town on the camas prairie, that if you blinked you would miss it because its population is 145 and the name of it is Ferdinand, Idaho. My pastimes are hunting,fishing and my favorite pastime is spending time with my two grandchildern.
I spent 24 years in the United States Armed Forces and was able to see many different foreign different countries with my family.
I am currently in my fourth year and in a five year program studying business management. When I graduate in December 2014 I am going to start my own handyman business.