September 01, 2013

Cloudy Heights

Cloudy Heights
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. 


  1. I see you are enjoying your bike... and you know, I think I see the branch that is waving. I'm off to follow the link :)