Journeys

I see the tree stand so tall
As old as it could be
I wonder aloud if it could talk
The stories it could tell me

It could tell me of times long ago
When men first headed west
It could tell me of the weary traveler
Who land his back on its trunk to rest

It could tell me of the cattle rustler
Who was hung from his branches there
Or of the handsome stranger
Who carved the initials of his maiden fair

The sights its see in its many years
Are to countless to recall
It saddens me deep in my heart
To have to see it fall

I walk to it with saw in hand
And wonder again to myself
This is not the end my noble friend
You have stories yet to tell

You may become the piano
That plays a song so sweet
Or maybe a house upon the hill
Were you hear the sounds of children’s feet

Whatever it is that you become
You have stories yet to tell
And in your future journeys
My friend I wish you well

©Mydnight 2004