Hallowed Ground by Laura Rodley

 


Hallowed Ground 

 

She lifts her arms to the unbending sky

seeking light, edged out by older trees,

the beech lifts back her head,

swallows the air; crowded out,

her two arms stretch to caress 

the clouds, leafed out or bare,

and there she stands, day in, day out,

even though a surplus branch

fell across the path and woodpeckers

feasted at the wound. She holds 

for me what I cannot, patience, 

unquestioning gratitude, the mouths

of her leaves open, her roots thirsty.   


© Laura Rodley




Pushcart Prize winner Laura Rodley's latest books are Turn Left at Normal by Big Table Press, Counter Point by Prolific Press and Ribbons and Moths Poems for Children, winner of Children's Nonfiction International Book Award and medalist for Moonbeam Book Award for Children's Poetry. 


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  1. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem. Thank you Laura Rodley for sharing this insightful piece!

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