The old tree by the summerhouse
had branches that reached out and
used to scrape the sky.
I spent a childhood there,
cradled in his arms,
but now it doesn't seem so high.
(Written in 1988)
Friday, January 27, 2006
Maple (Retro Poem)
This week has been an unpleasant computer week for me. At home, we experienced the hard drive version of Three Mile Island. I've finally retired that old computer, and now I'm busy setting up the new one and trying to recover as much as I can from the damaged hard drive (including the source files for all but the most recent pictures posted here). I don't want to leave you hanging in the meantime, though. So I'm resurrecting one of the poems I wrote when I was a teenager. That old folder of poetry and short stories is sure fun to dig around in once in a while!
Posted by jason evans at 9:17 AM