By John Greenwood
I stopped aside a country road
a voice told me to
It was Mary Kellogg softly whistling these words:
Slow down young man and raise your eyes to the clouds.
There atop that hill so high, a tree stands silent waiting for your greeting.
I waved an Andy Taylor wave and then
the tree that graced those cloudy heights
lifted leaf and limb and waved right back to me
*Inspired by a Mary Kellogg poetry reading at the Bedlam Farm Open House on September 1, 2013.