A Tree Grows in WoHo
My leaves are eyes and ears
Watching and listening
Wondering
Why and who is coming
To crowd out my sky
My roots are feet seeking peace
Amidst old rubble of busy commerce
Once quiet beach sands long ago
Now the imposition of new concrete foundations
Poke me as I ponder my impoundment
My branches are arms with hands
Out reaching and welcoming
All who might pause and admire
My well planted perseverance
Here and for now until …!
– Rip Hayman Feb 2014