Firmly rooted
Standing tall, with dignity
even as others fall prey
to greedy humans

Somehow I am spared
Perhaps those knotty bits
that grew on my sides over the years
were a blessing after all

I saw men with loud instruments
coming to get me and all my friends
I used my “get the hell away” stance
That and the blotches seemed to help

They must have thought
there was something wrong with me
Disease or some other imperfection
But really, I’m just stubborn

Someday they may literally take me as I am
but my prayer is that lightning lay me down
And when I fall… if no one is there to hear it
Will I make a sound? You’re damn right I will!

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil