Desert willow (Chilopsis linearis), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.
From the children’s nursery comes a Silver Voice:
“The Willow Tree seems lost now, and you have no choice
But to seek until you find her, seek both near and far,
Seek beneath the stump and boulder, seek where dragons are.
Do not let unrest dissuade you from the task at hand.
Courage, sister! Courage, brother! Don’t you understand
That skies and stars and planets all depend on you?
Gird yourselves with courage, and do what you must do!
Destroy fierce Dragon Burdock that threatens Willow’s ways;
Then, with all things great and small, in peace live out your days.”
We hear you, Voice of Silver, we hear you, Voice of Old;
With courage as our mantle, we’ll do as we are told.
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #185
More Poetry Pantry #426 at Poets United
Section of a mural in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
The middle child,
feeling lost and upset,
goes for treatment
one day a week.
In the waiting room,
her older brother
chants nursery rhymes
and tells stories
in a vain attempt
to comfort her.
“Wait till you see the lunches
they serve at school next week,”
“Seven kinds of ice cream!”
But the disconsolate middle child
cares nothing for ice cream lunches.
All she wants is to rise up
out of her wheelchair