This morning I had the pleasure of a brief and lovely ‘chat’ with one of my high school friends, Rachael just happened to be on-line at the same time as me and a few Instant Messages pinged from Croatia – NZ and back again.
Rachael reminded me of poetry and my love for sharing it with my friends. Just the night before Rachael had stopped by the Cabbage trees on her driveway and thought of me and the Sam Hunt poem below – that I had sent her a copy of many years ago.
I hope you enjoy the poem, which I have included below this image of some cabbage trees taken at Larnach Castle on the Otago Peninsula, NZ.
Old Flames, Sam Hunt
The cabbage tree was, they said,
dead. There was nothing they
or anyone could do
now or any day –
how sorry they
were, and sad.
But the cabbage tree heard them –
they never noticed
it shaking its head:
it shook so hard
stars were said to have spread
from where the cabbage tree stood:
A blossoming, new constellation across that night sky south.
Someone said just
you can’t put out.