The Writing Traveler: What do you see in the forest? by Richard Hurzeler
March 17, 2021
Caleb Pirtle III
Looking at the pine forests of East Texas through the eyes of a poet who sees something greater than the vast forest around him.
Driving through East Texas-
green pines thrust upward
like columns in Cathedral
pointing to Someone greater.
Then yielding to greenish
golden meadowland where
black Angus cattle–like blobs
of ink–forage.
Further on, like phantoms
from heaven, persons
in bright orange clothing
snatch up debris along
the roadside. Some call them
“special needs” but really
they are angels cleansing
the grass and freeing up
the clover which bares
crimson heads for all to see.
These midwives of mother
nature sweep the Creator’s
Path.