Rick Smith, Chincoteague, Virginia
From childhood, I have always loved trees;
their awakening green mantle in Spring,
cool shade in Summer,
crisp carpet in Fall,
stark strength against Winter.
As a young woodworker,
I discovered the wonders hidden inside.
There, in a carelessly cast aside pile of firewood,
resides the history of one of God’s creations;
good times and bad, strengths and failings.
A treasure awaiting discovery.
The Tree that Moves some to Tears of Joy
The tree that moves some to tears of joy
Is in the Eyes of the others only a Green thing
that stands in the way.
Some See Nature all Ridicule & Deformity,
& by these I shall not regulate my proportions;
& Some Scarce see Nature at all.
But to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination,
Nature is Imagination itself.
As a man is, So he Sees.
As the Eye is formed, such are its Powers.