Over the years we have watched the limb-by-limb deconstruction of the old maple tree on Gracie's Loop, each stage presenting a new sculpture. It now stands with no leafed branches, but still a work of art. The majesty of this great tree takes me back to one of the first poems I ever read:
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
We'll ride through Gracie's maple on our ride Tuesday night from Ascutney Trails' main trailhead on Ski Tow Rd - meet at 5:45, ride at 6:00