Fallen Giant
Fallen Giant
By Josephine J. Harvey
No longer will its shadow fall
Across the corner of my lawn;
Long, green fingers will not lift
To hold the shining dawn.
Yet in this quiet place,
My eyes will always see
The shadow-image
Of a well-remembered tree.
(1954)
Yes, Mark B., this poem is posted today in respect for your loss.
Comment by Ardis E. Parshall — February 7, 2013 @ 12:01 pm
…except for the detail about the lawn…
Comment by Amy T — February 7, 2013 @ 12:49 pm
Ardis, Are we sure this poem isn’t dated December 2012 and wasn’t immediately inspired by a photograph you happened to have posted then? …
Comment by Gary Bergera — February 7, 2013 @ 1:29 pm
Ha! Hadn’t thought of that Gary … but I do find myself remembering that tree every time I walk by that corner!
No, no lawn, Amy. Nothing is perfect.
Comment by Ardis E. Parshall — February 7, 2013 @ 2:08 pm
Of course, the loss is just prospective–the arborist came by to give an estimate, and the bare ruined choir of our dying birch will still be with us for a few more weeks.
Shouldn’t we have a Bloggersnacker here to memorialize the tree?
Comment by Mark B. — February 7, 2013 @ 3:28 pm