Grandmothers Land

around the house stood an orchard of plum, apple and pear a blackwalnut tree, one white pine, groves of white oak and willow clumps the home of Jessie was largely redwood blood, flesh and bone sprouted inside her womb of redwood for five generations the trees now stand unpruned and wild after relocating so many years before the War the seeds of Jessie have returned afternoon sunlight on the field breezes moving grass and leaves memories with family names wait within the earth, the mountains, the valley, the field, the trees