Wind Swept

     Hanging on to life it’s self the old Juniper tree clung to the wind swept rocky outcropping. Life had given it no choice; it grew where the good Lord placed it. For over 5,000 years it had looked down from it’s craggy peak as first the Pinto culture developed in the deserts and valleys below; thru the eons then came the Serrano, the Chemehuevi and the Cahuilla before the coming of this lonely cowboy setting below him in this high desert land.

     Life was hard, the wind harsh and almost constant thru the centuries and so the old tree was twisted much like the life of the man below. Life, as it unrolls bends and twists all things; he like the tree grew to fit the world that our maker had placed him in. Like the seldom nourishing rains to the warped and gnarled old tree, love was needed to give sustenance to the lonely old cowboy on his final ride. For it is love that feeds a man’s deeply anchored roots.

     But without love, or rain, neither the tree nor the man will survive no matter how strong and deep the root. Early in life, the tree had a mate to propagate, and so did the cowboy. But as life moves mercilessly on the old tree and the man both watched as old and young die around them until all that is left is the rocky crag and the wind.

© 2003/2010 ~ David L. Griffith

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