Nurse log in the Patterson garden. A Circumstance of Growth
There is an enormous log
In back of our house,
In front of an old cottage,
Beside a grove of ferns.
It was once a great cedar
Cut down long after its prime,
Left to decompose unnoticed,
And to deteriorate carelessly.
The log is a jumble of lichens and
Little blue and yellow whatevers,
Purple strands and green softness
Creeping all over its decay.
It is home for more than many a
Creature that loves the wretched
And the crumbling. Creatures that
We don’t want near our house.
Admirers come from far and near
To see what is new on the old.
The log, an opportunity like most
Opportunities, is odd in its presentation,
Misinterpreted in its appearance,
But forgiving with our appreciation
And flourishing with our acceptance.
Susan Patterson
Audio for A Circumstance of Growth
Discussion:
This poem isn't all that complicated. The log represents a variety of components in our life as humans. Sometimes we tend to shy away from that which is not fresh and new. Yet, more often than not, the old that is around us has more to teach us than that which is freshly created. Further, even that which we might think as ugly can be a place where beauty can grow, in many forms and in many ways. Consider the crumbling cedar. skp
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