People's poetry 6-24-04
A few old elms may here and there be seen
Even today. Their long legato limbs
Lift up and offer summer gifts of green.
In fall, soft gold. In winter sometimes hymns
When winds through branches' filigrees
A freezing mist may cast crazed crystal chimes.
Should a chartreuse haze appear aloft,
The old man loves the elms, remembering times
When streets were Gothic aisles
all through his town.
He'd find translucent locust cases wedged
In crevices of bark, the locusts flown.
The elm's thick bark so roughly creased
He fears that all the elms may die from blight.
Their grace is not enough to temper fright.
-- Ben Bohnhorst
Ben Bohnhorst grew up in Springfield, and now resides in Michigan. This is one of three poems he wrote about his hometown included in A Service on the Sufficiency of Feeding Finches, published by Ridgeway Press. He is the son of Wilbur "Pete" Bohnhorst, who is featured in this week's "History Talk" column.
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