April 2020
Bio Note: I’m a retired school teacher and a mountaineer. Words humble me
nearly as much as mountains do, so I’m not a prolific poet. It’s a joy when I discover a
good way to say something. I’m especially proud of Dawn Drums, my Civil War novel.
Sequoia
Trees’ long dreams
Ripple toward sunshine
As summer children
Chirp and hop—
Pert squirrels
Chattering joy,
Scattering joy,
Down the path
To Grant’s tree.
Bearded like him
But ancient when he
Was a babe,
Its thoughts linger—
Like his—
Upon shadows
Deep-drifted
And upon snow,
Healing snow.
Previously published by Your Daily Poem, August, 2019
©2020 Robert Walton
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