The Turk's railroad
is a narrow, small,
vulnerable, single rail
that consumed
all the trees in Jordan.
Took away shade
and shelter
and furniture
and tools and food
and left all that
wasn't drafted
to wash away.
No deep roots
to hold the soil still.
No shade
to protect the weary
or pregnant or lazy.
They've planted trees again,
avenues along the road
borders on property
and such.
Trees to take root
fill the air
with fragrant greenery
and flourish.
There aren't many thick trunks,
except near old homes,
occasionally-
One wizened olive or such,
sequestered in a courtyard.
poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab
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