Where plain trees grow

one by one the
plain trees grow

darts thrown by an
exacting god
one by one along the
steel and timbers

one by one along
the course that crushes
stone to dust blow

with burden of man
resurrecting their
purpose on earth

the earth that is
crushed in dust blow
along the course
where plain trees grow

and the promise of
life eternal delivered
from men in tents

is carried by the
plain trees tethered
together by wires of
words and birds

children walking to
and from dusty
chalkboard lessons

listen to hear the
wind strum against
an aloof guitar, aloft
stretching for miles

along the course where
the plain trees grow
and powdery rock
is crushed to dust blow

oiled matches rise
on burning horizons
casting scarcest of
shadows along time

tethered towers rise
for owl to post
and peer into dark
for scurry of prey

in frozen seas of
white, when ice
gremlins sway on
sparking cables

that stretch along
a road of dust blow...

this road I know
where plain trees grow