A feeling no longer to be deferred;
So I play the role of the scavenger;
Searching through nature’s heap;
Hoping the prize to reap;
Of all that I’ve seen with these eyes;
There alone it sadly lies;
Once a blooming tree;
Now it is only what I see;
But, it is a piece that is woven fine;
Designed precisely, magically divine;
Carved magnificently by the hands of time;
Its new home now, is the same as mine.
James M. Rankin is an internationally known author of numerous books and poems. He lives in Galveston where he enjoys sailing, fishing and exercising along the Gulf Coast.