Old Gum

Checkerboard of light,

warm and cool through the tree.

The sun’s footsteps,

grass forming two shades of green.

Little worlds formed in the folding bark,

for the ant and spider.

Highways formed from tree to tree,

for the little working commuter.

Little balls of yellow fuzz descend on the trees flower.

Pollen drunken hum,

on top of the cream tipped tower.

The warm sweet afternoon,

drifts slowly out into the air.

Gaze fixed tree ward,

without a worry,

without a care.

© Deon Heemskerk



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