714 Planting a gift. 9-29-17 (check word search)

I’m having a talk with me
about planting a tree
on the fringes of my property.
And not just any tree.
It’s a Live Oak,
cousin to the stately oaks
from my former northern home
in New York State,
but spread out wider,
a shady, lazy, Southern version.
Long, low limbs,
two, maybe three feet thick,
stretching out from its gnarled trunk,
parallel to the earth,
low enough to be a bench.
Its “thinner” branches,
twelve, maybe eighteen inches thick,
from which will hang
my sky chair and my hammock.
A shaded circle,
forty, maybe sixty feet around.

A gift to…

Yes.

To
whom?

Thus the talk between
me and me.
It’s merely a philosophical question,
for, in itself,
it is a gift to plant a tree,
but,
who is the recipient?

You see,
I am pushing 69 with
a very short broom,
with PFO’s, TIA’s and,
now,
V-Tach and a pace maker…
and Live Oaks grow slowly,
so if I die young,
say, at 70,
(?)
(!)
my little, infant, Live Oak
will not have grown the stamina
to rock my hammock.

So, it’s not a gift to me.
I may be,
elsewhere.

What of my progeny?

What progeny?

I have no children of my own
and all my steps prefer
to walk their Yankee lives
in Autumn rainbows, Winters bitter ice,
and apple blossoms in the Spring,
dismissing the joys
of a low-limb-hung Southern swing.

So, if neither to me
nor my posterity,
then to whom?

Well,
after much

discussion,

I and me
have decided
we’d be pleased
to bequeath our tree

to

that squirrel, now staring at me
from where the seed has fallen,
beneath the feeders as the cardinal
is perched, singing his
thank-you
to me
for the dinner I have provided for
both him and Squirrel
and,
for a vision of the Live Oak,
the family tree in which
their ten-times-great-grand-children
will find felicity
and,
perhaps,
a faint, foggy memory

of

me.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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