Those are tough trees
growing in slums.
With no need of rich soil
or pruning, they rise
in abandoned lots.
These trees survive rubbish,
rodents and noxious
chemicals.
Not easily cut
down, they stand
against gaunt tenements.
Climbing skyward,
delicate palm leaves
flourish flowering pods.
Trees of Heaven give
children glimpses of bright
emerald each morning.
Stars play peek-a-boo
between their branches
through long nights.
Who has said a taste of
paradise is only for the
rich?
Joan McNerney’s poetry has
been included in numerous literary magazines and anthologies such as Moonlight
Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon
Days and Poppy Road Review to name a few.
I simply love trees, they are magical! Thank you Joan, for sharing your beautiful poem with us.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Inge
such words of wisdom here - I also love trees
ReplyDeleteI like this, Joan. Nicely done. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ
(www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)
Joan, this is truly wonderful, thanks for sharing with us all, so vivid and impactful yoru words. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteJoan,
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem. I love trees, too
Your friend,
David Fox
You are right- tress, and the good things in life, are not only for the rich!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joan for a lovely poem. I love the message it portrays.
ReplyDeleteWell said Joan,
ReplyDeleteAll trees must be of heaven
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