All the poems I had in my mind this morning, I forgot. by troutsongs on Apr 17, 2014April 17, 2014 The man has a tree coming from his head. These trees are true, have not been pruned, nor seen shears. Man is all around, yet these trees are as wild as a grizzly, wild as a blue jay. This place would surprise you. Share this:FacebookMoreLinkedInTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related Post navigation Previous: a good day outside!Next: my best poem. you should hear Kim Sueoka sing it on our Cd “the river inside of trees”