We walked along the golf course path.
Sundance and I.

Not a soul around.
Not a sound, but the insistent wind.

Sundance stopped.
Scanning the area for bunnies.

Then I noticed him.
Branching out in a crooked lean,
Toward #12 green. 

Not in a forest, but
Standing alone. 
As often as I’ve played this hole,
He’d never made an impression on me. 

Now, in the silence, away from the game.
I stood and wondered about him.

Wish he’d talk like the Ents living in Fanghorn forest (Lord of the Rings)
Perhaps he’s a thinker like the ancient Treebeard, “shepherd of trees”.
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Treebeard: We Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always done. 
Merry: How can that be your decision? 
Treebeard: This is not our war. 
Merry: But you're part of this world, aren't you?


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