Tree Time

Since January I've been keeping a daily poetic journal.  Most of these entries are trite fare, just observations about the day or perhaps an event.

Every now and again, however, I try to write something of consequence.

Here's one I wrote on March 3 about The Cedars of Lebanon . . . don't ask me why.  It's just the kind of eclectic thought that pops into my head.


The Cedars of Lebanon

How tall they must have been, these trees
Towering above the imaginations of kings
And the palaces they built in the majesties,
To have swelled the pride of their vast shade
That nations would sail to their shore
For but a glimpse of the glory
No human hands had made.