When my days weren’t so old
And life was full of adventure
I would travel to a land
Just up the road a ways by a deep blue lake
There stood my friends of old
A group of ancient Basswood trees
Always waving to me and moving in the wind
Greeting my ever questioning eyes
Up their broad backs I would scamper
For as I climbed the promise of lightness
Would always fill my Heart and hand
When I reached the point of faith or falling
The wind and the branches would always gather me in
Those invisible arms would rock and sweep
Its tender caress in and through me
Forever it promised me safety and haven
No matter when I left or chose to return
Today I returned so much heavier than before
And the climb is much higher than back then
Yet there they were holding true to their word
The call of the wind and my mother
Again settles me in her arms and promises
That no matter what land or realm I travel
She will always be waiting for me with the trees.
Copyright
Michael S. Macklin / Avalon Pacifica
1996-2009