Magical Moments

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
March/April 2005

By Jean Hope Sack

I climb to another branch
in this Sequoia giant
many times older than me.
It has stood through day and night,
through rain and wind and lightning,
yet stands alone strong and tall.

I see a view so stunning
from my high perch way up here,
the valley and the mountains,
with mist pouring over the ridges
shining silver with sunlight
in the early morning sky.

My family owns a tree farm
and this tree is one of ours.
We may fell many others
and send them to the mill,
but we’ll never cut this tree
for it’s ancient and special.

I watch an osprey soaring
over our emerald forest,
over a shaded streamlet
and then, catching a thermal,
the big osprey drifts away
leaving me just a feather.

I catch the feather floating
and set it in my hair.
I smile and write some more
in my book of poetry
that I keep here in this tree
to hold magical moments.

Magical Moments Jean Hope Sack

Jean Hope Sack, 12
Eureka, California

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