Old Mr. Cottonwood

I saw this and ran to it and then climbed it and then just rested on it.  I didn’t want to include these in my Santa Fake essay as this day was outside the parameters (both literally and figuratively) of that city and a very magical day for us in La Cienega. Everything is okay when near a tree, I tell you. This one is 100 years old “but it is not that old for a tree” .

 

 

I think that I shall never see/ A poem lovely as a tree. ~ Joyce Kilmer

 

 

 

 

 

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4 responses to “Old Mr. Cottonwood”

  1. Lucy Pollard-Gott says:
    October 12, 2012 at 4:59 pm

    Annie, the tags for this post say it all — “beauty, photos, tree”! And a cottonwood. I was amazed when I saw them for the first time in Colorado. Thanks for sharing this especially venerable example, clearly perfect for human perching! 🙂

    ~lucy

  2. LunaJune says:
    October 12, 2012 at 11:09 pm

    I love the way it stretches out across the ground
    laying in the sunshine
    oh how
    trees speak to me

    just this past week the spirit of the trees
    spoke once again to me

    The Spirit of the Tree
    Lives through me
    stretching into the sunlight
    swaying in the breeze
    soaking up the rain

    thanks for sharing Mr Cottonwood