Some moments in time make one want to linger <br />because they are delicious yet untouchable <br />Moments picked and kept safe in their sweetness <br /> <br />I am not jealous of my friend's farmhouse which sits <br />unpretentiously on top of a hill far away from fray <br />she has everything she needs - she has The Linden Trees <br /> <br />I mean to tell her, 'No one can claim these trees.' <br />They don't belong to her or me or the city. They belong <br />to the orchard: ripe, filled with cherry, apple and pear. <br /> <br />They stand, those Linden Trees, outside of the aromatic <br />fruit trees, lined up like sentinels on their military watch. <br />And, in the spring and early summer they bloom with <br />heart-shaped leaves and yellow flowers just to let us know <br />they have a sense of motherhood. <br /> <br />The Linden Trees protect the bunny, the squirrel, the deer, <br />and the fox and allow them to enjoy the fruits from the <br />orchard trees. <br /> <br />I sit, smell, watch in devotion of these Linden Trees <br />and I am in homage to those more communed in a world <br />that is far from strife - a world no human should ever touch. <br /> <br />These Linden Trees bloom and protect in harmony <br />with a purpose unroofed and sublime. <br /> <br /> <br /> (Anne B. Grote 3/25/08)<br /><br />Anne Grote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-linden-trees/
