Progeny

 

I often times tried to tell myself this day would surely come.

Born of my trunk and strengthened by my roots,

new grown branches reached toward the sun.

 

I saw them last month, both confident young men.

They looked up at a conquering sky, smiling,

sons who knew how to climb while holding steady to Earth.

 

I told them they could achieve their dreams, they listened.

High above the clouds they have soared.

In a sunlit field stands a lone tree.

 

 

Published by: Pegasus, The Kentucky State Poetry Society

 

 

© 2016 by Pamela HIrte