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Along the Road


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Along the Road

 

Black walnut fruit,

from rows of ancient twisted trees,

pruned yearly to allow passage

along the country road,

still falls copiously

to the macadam road

to blacken from bright green

hulls, smashed by tires,

unheeded and unwanted.

 

Luckily for numerous competing

plants, the poisonous excretions

seldom reach fertile ground,

instead covering the right-of-way

of walkers and drivers who have

no intention of striving to reach

the rich meat of the well-protected

balls, gifts unopened, without resentment.

 

Drivers and pedestrians crush

or kick aside the supposed debris

impediments. Early settlers

of the land, especially and carefully

planted germs to produce a row

of protective shade and dependable

nourishment along the boundaries

of property.

 

The value of the trees now lies only

in the admiration of passers by.

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  • 5 weeks later...

The title works on a couple of levels. Of course, this takes place "along the road," but it's also a journey in time:

 

... Earlier residents

of the land, especially those

who carefully planted the germs,

produced a row of protective

shade and dependable nourishment

along the boundaries of property.

The value of the crooked trees now lie

in the admiration of passers by.

 

The place has a soul of its own. It doesn't welcome today's motorist, though it does nothing to impede him. Its mannerism is one of superficial hospitality. I love that The walnuts/are unaffected by any emotions.

 

!!!

 

Tony

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  • 1 year later...

Hi Tony. I had forgotten posting this "old" brain dropping. Thank you for your cogent observations.

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I second Tony's review. As a tree lover I find this particularly appealing. And it never surprises me how much is missed by so many in the modern rush of life. A stroll can be an education that illuminates details one misses in a car. Affords time for stimulation of the mind: time, to digress if one is so inclined, to think of something other than just the next speedy destination. Enjoyed. Geoff

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Thank you, Geoff. I greatly miss my daily walks and connection to a real world. On my ancient road, signs of previous generations are still evident, but you have to look.

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