no more from me until october… i'm off to explore the coast of california.
the pepper tree
up with the new and out with the old
there's no justice in this world
so i am told
grandfather pepper tree
now albeit proud and tall
with luxurious arms
stands in the way of progress
victim of creeping time
delicate orchids budded and bloomed
around his cool chest
in the shadow of his iron branches
old singers mellow like fine wine
hot gusts of prairie winds
gently bend the dry grass
the prairie fire runs faster than the deer
with eighteen points… or more
the old guitar plays better than ever before.
but there's no reprieve for the old pepper tree.