Poor Robin roadside memorial
by G. K. Brannen
Ah, Poor Robin – what beholds this trek? As we pass,
do we sing a song of joy; an ode to mourn;
perhaps a dirge would better suite our needs?
This road of dust winding between the pine,
the scrub oak seeking the river’s edge,
the weeping song of willow trailing the current.
There! Just about the bend,
where angle’s wings drag the dust
two lives met their end.
The liquor too strong,
the time too fast,
the sturdy oak too unforgiving.
The Mocking Bird, the Wren, the occasional squirrel,
to the beloved, and the unknowns
allowed are their respects. Crosses and flowers mark the glen;
“An unweeded garden;” reminders to all things left unsaid.
Steadfast the survivors.
Lasting is their love passions not easily forgotten.
Now, winter’s sleep shrouds the trail.
Trees are bare tangled webs,
all stand in stark contrast to the dead.
When spring comes forth and the earth awakes,
the children will continue their sleep.
Sing a lament at Poor Robin.
It gives me a sense of completeness in the life and death of nature which in turns is a view of our own lives.
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