As the crows
And I
Sit atop
My favorite
Thorn tree
Watching the
Light change
The shadows
Dance I
Think of you
And gossip
With my
They know
You better
Than I am able
To remember
They speak
To me
The language
Of laughter
When the
Wise ones
Fly east
Seeking roost
I remain alone
Among thorns
In forgetfulness
Bear … 04.22.2015



New growth on the Locust Tree  thorns is softer than the older stiffer dry thorns. The leaves, when crushed smell similar orange leaves. These form dense thickets interlaced with much worse thorn  plants, with a ground cover of poison ivy, sometimes itself growing into small trees. Horrible poisoned cursed places. I don’t know the name of the plants not pictured, but I call them Mordor Trees. Many of the wild vines and plants that are indigenous to the swamps and woods have thorns and stickers or poisons, but, here and there are cursed places, seemingly horribly over protected. However, if you look closely, there are always small animal trails underneath and through. During the Cival War and the Indian Wars, these places were utilized by homesteaders and natives as temporary hide-outs. Sometimes with a pre-prepared cave-like clearing in the middle.  Fallen branches make hard soled foot-wear preferable.
Bear 04.11.2014
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Detail of dry thorns. Honey Locust Wikipedia