by Zellie M. Quinn
on Jun 06, 2012 in Poetry
The learned men came to see
What could be done about that tree
Stout and strong and big and tall,
Faith inside that garden’s wall.
Machines and steel their only hope
Sturdy chains and heavy rope,
Wrap around that solid tree
And yanked it for a student’s fee…
One lone seed is lost behind
In sifted soil so rich it shines
Faith and hope and charity
Can grow into a greater tree.
Zellie M. Quinn
Zellie Quinn first discovered she wrote poetry in the early 1980’s in Germany while in the Military. She found that if she flipped over the pages of important documents, the back side was a handy place to quickly write the soldier poems welling up in her. Of course when fellow soldiers began taking her poems, she learned that this was a bad thing, since during inspections missing pages on documents are not a good thing. Afterwards she obtained a degree in English, with an Emphasis on Creative Writing. She now lives in the Chicagoland area, with her husband and 5 children. For more poems and writings by Zellie M. Quinn, you can read her blog at http://zelliemquinn.wordpress.com/.