Shuswap
Beside the river is a riverwalk
and beside the riverwalk
are trees. Birthed by the trees
are birdhouses, also made by
the hands of man, attached high
against trunks. And I ask myself:
what do you leave behind;
what do you make with your hands
that will sustain the chickadees
in winter? I too, make dwellings -
from language. Sawing, cutting,
carving, nailing, that which gives
back to its own along the banks
of still and moving lives.
~ tara wilson
- Last seen on Oct 29 5:55 AM. Member since December 21, 2007.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 141 comments.
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, and quote is "the song keeps changing.". - I am a 15 year old woman (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a portrait with a soul.
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- I have 141 comments, 2 contests, 25 poems, 1 journal
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