April 23, 2015
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about moral ecology, or how each of us shapes the world in which all of us live.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree/week.html.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The sun is filtered through a canopy
High above the limits of your senses.
In cool, lush shade you live a sheltered life,
Refreshed by love, restored by child and wife,
There being little need for strong defenses.
You know, then, just how precious is each tree.
The life of each shapes all life equally.
Happiness and sorrow know no fences.
Roots serve the soil even in their strife.
Each fingered branch has larger consequences.
Each thought comes from beyond what you can see.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Watch me recite the poem on YouTube at http://youtu.be/2exE9_apIDs.
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about moral ecology, or how each of us shapes the world in which all of us live.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree/week.html.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The sun is filtered through a canopy
High above the limits of your senses.
In cool, lush shade you live a sheltered life,
Refreshed by love, restored by child and wife,
There being little need for strong defenses.
You know, then, just how precious is each tree.
The life of each shapes all life equally.
Happiness and sorrow know no fences.
Roots serve the soil even in their strife.
Each fingered branch has larger consequences.
Each thought comes from beyond what you can see.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Watch me recite the poem on YouTube at http://youtu.be/2exE9_apIDs.
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