High Regard

A poem I wrote in 2016 while sitting beside a stream after passing the tallest tree in the forest. Every time I saw her, I stopped for a moment to examine her thick, gnarled trunk before pressing on to the river’s edge.

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High Regard

He gazed upon her
With open-mouthed awe
But she was surrounded
By tall, thorny weeds

He opted to sit elsewhere
After taking one last glance
And whispering
“You are a beautiful tree, ma’am”

Though he did not know her name
He felt that she was held in high regard
Among the others

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The poem comes from my 2016 Infinity Journal. On the inside cover, I sketched the tree described in “High Regard” —

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Gratefully,
ST