“So Said the Tree”
©October 3, 2015
The Antique Poet
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The original version of this poem, was written over two year ago, and included in a book published under my pen-name. I have always been very please and proud of the original poem, which was done on a challenge from two friends to write a poem to go along with a picture. While it was never my intent the poem evolved into a poem for the two of them, and their wonderful relationship.
I decided to re-write the poem, and while I did not in any way change the original context of the poem, I felt that it my rewrite had made it into a poem, that all might enjoy. So with my friend’s blessings, I am publishing this poem, with its new title, “So Says the Tree” which is more befitting of the new verse.
As I intend to never charge for this poem, it will only be available for download through Smashwords.com for free. I hope that you enjoy this piece, and read it often.
The Antique Poet
“So Said the Tree”
I went for a walk today, in woods, both old and new
Along an old trail, that seemed to beckon me, to go into woods
An old trail, one with so many twist and turns
That I paused, for I knew not where I stood.
As if to guide me along the way, the sharpness of the trail grew.
One hundred steps more did I venture, where I stopped once again,
For there, right before me, the trail suddenly split;
Presenting me, with a choice between not two, but instead, of three.
There, sitting proudly, square in the middle of the fork;
Towered a majestic, ancient; Golden Beech tree.
There freshly carved into the bark, as if just for me,
Was the tale of each trail that was presented to me.
Take the trail to the left, so said the tree
And you shall find what waits for thee.
A Distance ease, just one thousand steps; plus three.
There you will find a house perched in a tree
Take the trail to the right, so said the tree
And you will find the second choice of three
The distance is longer though, two thousand steps plus three
At the end waits a meal full of warmth, enough for three
Take the trail down the middle, so said the tree
And you will find the final choice of three
The path is long, neither straight nor level, no count of the steps, exists for thee
The journey is worthy, for at the end awaits, the perfect reward for you.
I paused and pondered, what said the tree
What it might be like to live in a house in a tree
Or should I take the second trail, with its abundant warm food,
To finally quench the hunger, that lingers in me.
But the trail, down the middle; the one recommend by the tree
Is the one that is truly beckoning to me.
Since tree houses, usually mean boys, and their silly toys,
Like eating alone, may quench ones hunger, but is rarely one of life’s joys.
So the middle trail it is, my journey renewed
Once more I boldly go deep into a forest,
This to me looks eerily, still exactly the same,
And nothing new or wondrous, as yet calls my name.
But I stay the course following this trail, old but new
Faint though it is, with its many twists and turns
It shows itself, easily to me, even among its ups and downs
A plentiful array of bushes, with berries in large abound.
More than enough for a meal for just one
Enough to feed every creature in the forest besides this one
I paused long enough to pick just a few, careful not to overdue
And nibbled them as I continued trek, wondering what will be next
I look to my left then look to my right
My eyes travel over the ground then up into the trees
I keep my mind, as open and alert as my eyes,
Knowing that somewhere ahead; lies my wondrous surprise.
Once more I transit back into the trees,
Quickly greeted by the wondrous sight, foretold by the tree
A sight, as promised, that is perfect for me
Especially since it is perched, part way up an old fir tree
First into my view, were two perfect cheeks,
Atop legs long and lean, and beautifully sleek
Blended together to support a torso fit for a queen
Tresses of gold, framed her head like more like a veil than a mane.
Not a shred of clothes or skins did she wear
Totally naked except for her blonde hair
I had not spoken, and still was behind
When I heard her say, join me if you’re inclined.
As I see no ladder, or way up the tree,
And yes, I’m much inclined to join you,
Please tell me, is there something special or wondrous,
Needed for me to join with you up in your tree
Her smile so beckoning when she turn towards me
Special no, wondrous yes, simply remove your dress
Followed then, of course, by all of the rest
For you see, no clothes are allowed, in my nest.
Without hesitation, I dropped my dress,
Continuing, without pause, I remove the rest.
As the last piece touched the ground, I was no longer there,
Already transported, through the air, I sit in her nest without despair.
Her hand takes mine, placing it gently upon her breast
My name is Ingrid, Welcome to my nest
I’m thrilled the tree, showed you the way to my nest
I’ve been waiting so long for your arrival my Tess.
It seemed completely natural, when our bodies touched
Perfectly molder to each other’s shape, from lips to hips
The tree hadn’t lied, It words were accurate and true.
For it had indeed led me to, something wondrous, different and new
I’d like to take the directions off of that tree,
However, that would require me to leave this tree.
Though the trip would be short, the trail known to me,
I could not bear the thought of Ingrid not against me.
©October 2, 2015
The Antique Poet
The original version of this poem, was written over two year ago, and included in a book published under my pen-name. I have always been very pleased and proud of the original poem, which was done on a challenge from two friends to write a poem to go along with a picture. While it was never my intent the poem evolved into a poem for the two of them, and their wonderful relationship. I decided to re-write the poem, and while I did not in any way change the original context of the poem, I felt that it my rewrite had made it into a poem, that all might enjoy. So with my friend's blessings, I am publishing this poem, with its new title, "So Says the Tree" which is more befitting of the new verse. As I intend to never charge for this poem, it will only be available for download through Smashwords.com for free. I hope that you enjoy this piece, and read it often.