Thursday, March 24, 2011

Relocation - An Extended Metaphor Poem

The gardener tends to the baby tree,

watering it every day.

Gnarled wood twists and climbs,

forming a thin trunk with wiry branches.

But it still won’t grow.


When dry wind blows, bent

arms strain, reaching for sky.

Uprooting is the only answer;

he digs around the dying tree.

Lifting the tender sapling, old soil

shakes out of tangled roots.


Distress controls the young tree

as it yearns again for soil,

but the gardener knows it

will survive across the yard, in the sun.

His shovel digs a new home.


He replants the withering tree

into soil that is shocking at first, but healthy.


A few seasons later, when a year has passed,

the tree has found new strength.

The trunk thickens; blossoms

begin to bloom as spring bursts through

the desolate winter months.

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