Pine Bark
As a child
I was drawn
To the largest beings
In my neighborhood
The ponderosa pines
They lined my trail to school
They held a tree house
Made with injurious nails
Burned in our fireplace
Railings for a fence
Sitting next to one
I could peel pieces
Of bark full of tiny holes
Pink and white underneath
The darkened and weathered
Surface chipped away
With a child's fingers
Little did I realize
Life would strip my bark from me
I was so strong and tall
Standing against the violent sky
The trees of the hill where I lived
Are still there so faraway
Their bark now seems
The softest skin̈
As I reach out to their motherhood
Barry G. Wick
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