This Story is True and the Facts they Are Real
A true expression of Just How I feel
It Happened one day When I went for a Walk
I was out in the Redwoods, Just Kicking Rocks
I climbed up the Hillside, Through Ferns so green
Shafts of Sunlight. through the Branches Streamed
An Uneven Glow of Filtered Light
Made the Whole scene an Eerie Sight
A Blanket of Fern Covered Rock and Earth
The Silence was all the Sound that I Heard
I clawed through the Gullies and over the Rocks
While Madrone and Buck Brush tore at my Socks
The Trees Grew So Dense I could Hardly Stand
So I stopped to Admire this Green Wonderful Land
My Boots Filled with Dirt, My Shirt Wet with Sweat
I looked for a Spot to just Lay Back and Rest
Not Far Beyond was a fallen Tree
Probably Waiting for someone Like me
I made my way Forward, Then sat down and Leaned Back
Then Before I could Stop, Slipped off in a Nap
When i awoke the Whole Scene had Changed
As the Beams of Light now were all Re-Arranged
There Stood Before me the Oddest of Trees
The only one of it's Kind There Could Possibly be
The Roots like Tentacles Rose from the Ground
They Grew from the Trunk and circled around
The Trunk was all gnarly and Deeply split
And as I Looked up it took on a Twist
The Whole darn Tree looked like a Screw
And looked out of Place with the Straight and the True
Even the Branches were Twisted, Ascew
It was just out of Place with the Straight and the True
The Splits in it's bark Seemed Especially Deep
And the Place Where it Stood Desperately Steep
Then as I looked at this Gnarly odd Tree
Being so Different from the Rest of its Breed
I thought of its likeness, its likeness to me
Clearly Quite Different from the Rest of my Breed
Always Perched on some kind of Cliff
Or floating around Like Something Adrift
Something that's been pulled at, pulled but Still Stood
Never Broke, But Twisted as far as it could
Yes, That is Really a Strange Looking Tree
And a Real Comparison Considering Me.
sl
In the misty morning in dawns first light
The mountains look short about my height
As the sun comes up I'm wrong I think
They seem to grow I seem to shrink
By the time it's clear and the sky is blue
They stand like giants and me like a screw
From them my bread I humbly take
I give my respect with no mistake
I know that tomorrow if I live through the night
Again I will see that glorious sight
Never again will I miscalculate
Their ominous size or their lordly state.
sl
Thinking back as only an old man can
He thinks of what once a young man had
Talents many with sparkle eyes
His chin adjust and a star for a guide
But there laid deep a weakness within
It was of what others thought of him
He first stretched his wings, had a few breaks
But no one was there to help with mistakes
They all loved to listen to polish and trim
But no one was there to help him begin
Whatever it was, it was never quite right
But always the threat, just keep it nice
His music and songs were just sort of rhymes
He was constantly told he was just out of time
As the years passed on he polished and buffed
But still without help he was ragged and tough
He just lost sight of the star in the air
But he was amazed that nobody cared
So after awhile he just packed his books
And what he didn't want the others they took
Then finally the day he failed a chord to play
But no one knew what it was really about
He was always ready to share the prize
But he wasted it all through compromise
But by now no one listened anyway
He always tried the wrong kind of songs
but now folks were glad that the racket was gone
No one he loved liked what he liked
But no one slowed to show him their spite
So he's now looking back at wasted dreams
And no one but him is looking it seems
What a waste, all that time and it's gone for good
But now he'd take what ever he could
ears slid by like drifting twigs
And talents not used tend to get hid
Suddenly he seemed to surge with power
But this time he knew he had missed his hour
Yes the weakness within has really won out
Life's successes had failed because of doubt
sl
Yesterday, so close but yet forever gone
I picture twenty years or so, but they don't seem so
Long ago
What about tomorrow, how far is it away
It's just about the distance that I found yesterday.
Yesterday it seemed to slip away
I don't remember how it got away
A year ago was almost now
a Year to go, I wonder how?
The vivid pictures and baby cries
They're brilliant yet today
Even though they slipped and slid away
Oh How I fretted about the tomorrow's past
I really don't know why they went so fast.
Even so I fretted yesterday
About today, how it's slipped away and gone
Gone are the Possibilities of yesterday
Gone it's a positive fact that yesterday
Was real and now is only a thought.
Works undone, love unloved, things left unsaid
But left the draught
Tomorrow is unreality, it's really only a dream
But for some senseless, nebulous reason that's
Where you place your schemes
What stupid beings we. We've left out the now
That's the part that makes life worth living
ANYHOW!
sl
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Scott is a thirtysomething Logger from the Mendocino Coast. When he is not working in the woods Scott can be found Building his new home, bowling, water skiing or vacationing in Idaho. Much of Scott's inspiration comes from the time he spends in the woods.
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