I am very impressed with this poem and have asked permission of the author to REBLOG it on my blog.
They
stand
so much taller
than
me
looking down
on my narrow
patch
of dirt.
When a fall tree
falls,
a witness
dies
Marked rings
betray
their age
scars
fire
rain
and periods of drought
killing Christ
or swamping the Ark
They fall
after the leaves have fallen
when death is done
when the wind has whispered
and then shouted.