Poem: “The Great Trees”

The Great Trees

Mid-summer and the woods are dry
Soil on hillsides runs to sand,
Ancient trees begin to die
Unless their roots are deeper than the roots of Man

Dry the season and the air
Draws out the running where it ran,
Beasts emerging when they dare
Drink from what lies deeper than the roots of Man

The wretched have no place to go
They fall of destitution where they stand, But even now the great trees grow
Because their roots send deeper than the roots of Man

August 3, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."