South 903

A long drive on south 903
And on my way I saw a gathering of trees
United by place and by apparent intent
My choice to observe was time well spent
Through tangle I saw times past and gone
Contrasted with suburbia’s empty lawn
Old houses decrepit, and some remain
But the gathering of trees was all the same
Shielding the past with purposeful stance
These trees did not come here by chance

The farmers would plant around their homes
Intent as the trees would become
And hope to see their labor’s reward
For they thought this life would go on, and on...
The families remained but were soon unbound
A world building and expanding around them
Poverty, Corruption, Isolation, the causes unknown
But soon the families would leave their homes

So a gathering of trees, I know why they’re here
While others will pass giving the least of thought
As a tribal gathering remains, to them
Obvious but unnoticeable, as a field hand
And I tell you this now to show the righteous intent
To protect the innocence of their enclosure’s past stories
For the stories within branch as its protectors do
They twist and wind
And so the least the gathering can do
Is protect its kind