The Oak tree.
The Chestnut tree
HEADDRESSES (a tale from the hills)
I suppose it was broken long before
We got here. There were rubber bands
Holding the wheels to the axles. The whole
Thing tipped and grumbled every time
It tried to do that walk it did.
Everyone still found it very entertaining.
Perhaps the questions it posed
Are unanswerable, like skeletons
Waiting by a windmill for the grass
To reveal the grim beast of the wood.
The forest listens to each leaf, each
Signature of love. It breaks the heart
To see the fields aflame like this,
But oh and oh and oh what
A wondrous view we have of heaven.
The swans. The clouds. The magnificent
Headdresses all comforted and astonished
That they are. We are forced to think
Of our mothers and when they finally
Showed us the great birds and
When we finally touched them
Any idea could be ours. The whole
Thing just clunked along like a good habit.