Oh, old tree with roots so visible

Why is it you grow so incredible

Your brains hang out over edge

Some quite loosely, no wedge ...



To make them grow into earth

So they unravel freely, unheard

Silently winding down onto road

Some growing across to show ...



You have your freedom to, just as all

God's creatures, who have their call

Many doing just exactly what you do

Laying down roots, without any shoes



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:35am Monday, June 1st, 1998