Well, it bounced. So I will put the poem here; it's "cowboy poetry," not to everyone's taste, but the comments are so extensive here that the threads are collapsed, so no one has to see it but you. Feel free not to like it!
Somethin' I Learned Today
"Bristlecone pine." Ain't that a fine name? Oldest livin' things on earth, it's said. The oldest ones was young when those pyramids was built. They live off away from other trees, in the hard places where it's cold and dry and windy. No other trees can grow out beyond where the bristlecone pine grows. They've gone as far as trees can. A bristlecone is all twisty from those hundreds o' years of wind. It don't fight the wind, it just bends with it and endures. (Now there's another fine word, "endures.") It grows on rocks--just imagine that. If lightning hits it, it heals itself. If just some little part is alive, that whole tree keeps on goin'. And no matter how old it gets, it can still make new life. A bristlecone pine, now, that's a fine thing to be.
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Date: 2008-03-07 06:03 pm (UTC)Somethin' I Learned Today
"Bristlecone pine." Ain't that a fine name?
Oldest livin' things on earth, it's said.
The oldest ones was young when
those pyramids was built.
They live off away from other trees,
in the hard places
where it's cold and dry and windy.
No other trees can grow out beyond
where the bristlecone pine grows.
They've gone as far as trees can.
A bristlecone is all twisty from
those hundreds o' years of wind.
It don't fight the wind,
it just bends with it
and endures.
(Now there's another fine word, "endures.")
It grows on rocks--just imagine that.
If lightning hits it, it heals itself.
If just some little part is alive,
that whole tree keeps on goin'.
And no matter how old it gets,
it can still make new life.
A bristlecone pine, now,
that's a fine thing to be.