| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/26/09 at 03:19 PM ...tis nice to specify a "tree-ness" then explode into a forest...kudos on that bubba... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/26/09 at 08:16 PM Saw many of them while picking huckleberries, and was amused by the intertwining trunks of some, as if side by side just wasn't quite enough to keep the wind at bay. Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/28/09 at 03:03 PM Ah, the thought of standing together to make a forest is my takeaway from this poem. It is sort of like this website isn't it? What would we do without the pines, their patient standing and growing - enough for us to make our homes and perpetuate OUR species. Good one, George. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 09/02/09 at 06:00 PM This is lovely...like a mural of the Tetons before my eyes! I love nature poems! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 09/03/09 at 03:09 PM Beautiful images for those trapped by cubicle land, a nice picturesque escape. smh |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/04/09 at 08:58 AM Such a vivid scene serene... Good stuff by George! |
| Posted by Joe David on 09/18/09 at 07:29 PM Saw lots of them in Yellowstone last month. I love the name as I do this poem. A tree used to support and provide a home. Brilliant the way it combines individual and group and the interdependence. Not a word wasted. Just right. |
