I Am a Tree
My life is a tree,
Yoke-fellow of the earth;
Pledged,By roots too deep for remembrance,
To stand hard against the storm,
To fill my Place.
(But high in the branches of my green tree there is a wild bird singing:
Wind-free are the wings of my bird: she hath built no mortal nest.)
© Karle Wilson Baker
- Begin a list poem with the words, "My life is a tree..."
- The poet speaks to the rootedness of life, but also to the "wind-free" wings of the bird. Do you feel yourself more as a rooted being or a wind-free being? What might be the gifts and challenges of each?
- If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be? Write a description of your "tree self." What have you learned about yourself?