Tree, Poet

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Tree, Poet

Unbound tree grow out your arms

For me to rest, I mean no harm

To you, my friend, you are the grit

Upon your bows I’ve come to sit

Two hundred twelve strange years ago

Brotherly words were here bestowed

A painting whispered him by you

Alas, you’ve beckoned me here too

A soundless grasp, I had to fly

Sailing far ‘cross the valley’s skies

The whisps and whirls upon the walls,

of Plesse Burg, tower and all

With sandstone pocks

Cannon rubble

One Linden tree

And one thick novel

A village far below

The poem it sees it all

In the eyes of the world

For Goethe, I and all

Sturdy friend of windy branches

You will not soon leave my heart

You’ve graced me with six stanzas

But I’m afraid I must depart

Author's Notes/Comments:

I wrote this poem outside of Goettingen, Germany. I climbed into a tree that was called the Goethe-Linde Baum (Goethe linden tree). He wrote poetry there in 1801 where it overlooks a wonderful valley next to a small castle called the Plesse Burg. The poem is also written in the style of Goethe; German Romanticism, using Iambic Pentameter.