‘Juxtaposition’ by Reid McGrath The Society December 6, 2013 Beauty, Poetry Here is a blonde-marked maple tree: Stands by the road so stolidly While mourners make their floral shrines And in the night a taper shines; But soon the taper will burn out And yet the tree will remain stout; And it will stand for years to come Spreading its leaves beneath the sun; And in the Fall will drop them too, And with some Springs its bark renew. Us mourners, we, will go to bed, But where can a tree lay its head? It does not budge or cringe or cry, And does not ask the question: Why? It’s just a token that young man Is done in by his own élan. Reid McGrath is a poet living in the Hudson Valley. Featured Image: “Transcendence,” watercolor, by Cathy Hillegas Related Post Ode to the Confederate Dead by Cause Bewilder for Joshua Philipp Grave statue after statue falls with strict impunity. Memorials and monuments yield to community. The wind wh... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.