Dennis Price

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Old Wood

Rough and gray,
Crawled over
By a century of bugs and birds
Limbs as big as trees,
Each worthy of a life of its own.
High, in a trunk or a knot,
Some ancient crack creaks.
It stands a monument to nature,
Lost in the forest.
Leafless in winter
Except for a few brown danglers
Spring is but a storm away,
As on its arms
Buds new as tomorrow appear.
Soon a green harvest
Will sway through the long days.
May you too
Find new buds springing from your old wood.

© Dennis Price 2015

Dennis Price is a father, husband, general contractor, producer of the Radio Hotline, and an aspiring children’s book author. He has a cat and lives in Arlington, VA.


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One Response to Dennis Price

  1. Joan McNerney says:

    very upbeat

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