THE VERY BRUSQUE
CATALPA TREE
In an old place called 'Martha,' stands
the catalpa trees which date from other
days : when this was a place. Dead-deep
in the pine barrens, Martha was a village.
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When I walk there now the sandy, pine
soil casts silence - like a carpet of age,
beneath the lowest rungs of all the firs,
it sleeps. Depressions in the ground
show only where things used to be:
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Cabins, houses, a store. Perhaps there
was a church - there usually is - but
nothing here, not even the patterned
look of the semblance of graves and
tombs. In the wisp through the trees I
can still catch the old language; but
what it is saying, I do not know.
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