A Poem on White Oak

14May07

Testimony

 

I work white oak,
I testify
to simple living,
which is why
my life revolves
around this tree,
the source of my
prosperity.

 

In any season
I know bark:
rough, shaggy, smooth,
from pale to dark.
Of quality I’m
well aware.
I choose my timber
with great care.

 

Each tree has its
own tale to tell.
It’s my privilege
to listen well
and pass the whispered
legends on
in forms the deaf
can dwell upon.

 

I weave white oak,
I glorify
the use of hand and
heart and eye.
With simple tools
I sing the praise
of basketry and
mountain ways.

—-copyright Ms. Rural

(from The Basketmakers, in honor of

Tom & Connie McColley)

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