The Golden Chinkapin Oak Tree Poem by Tristian Ford

Slumbering until he could snooze no
longer.
The oracular dreams he dreamt of, never left him.
They just left him no other choice but to walk as he pondered.
Yet, if I do say so myself, rest plus wandering while one wonders,
shall deem him stronger.
He walks down a railroad track, stepping on every tie.
He stopped to stare at every telephone pole that
reached the wires high.
He was now wondering why,
With every passing step, he felt the necessity for more shut-eye.
Maybe it was because of the beautiful evening sunset he paused to look upon in the sky.
He moves on, as the torn fabric of his life somehow amends.
It was oracular proof that no matter what happens on an ugly offset,
every single day beautifully
ends.
Maybe it was the fact that as the railroad tracks and telephone poles ceased to appear,
he hoped these obstacles create new opportunities as a means to circumvent...
He realized that those dreams led him here by no accident...
Just like in his dreams, he then sees
Castanea pumilas' and Castanea dentates'
Fence in
The Golden Chinkapin Oak Tree
He felt the need to walk to his friends.
The American Chinquapins and Dwarf Chestnuts
had piliferous leaves and twigs that hung
single as well as double-seeded burrs.
These small shrubs gave him a sense that those small trees were not his friends but were his
Sisters and Brothers.
The Golden Chinkapin Oak Tree
gave him a profound sense that it was not only his friend but his beloved Mother.
The oracular dreams that he dreamt of became true Deja vu in graceful, angelic colors.
For seconds, he's speechless.
All he could see were billions of bright, graceful, gleaming stars.
For moments, he was undisturbed by all the troubles in his life, even from its self-protective armor,
and his heart was set free from its scars.
He became light as a feather and began to fly in the skies above and he dwelled among those billions of pedal steel moon guitars.
He could not depict the feelings as he scaled those heights out in the open air.
I can only illustrate the sadness at the sudden respite on his mother's face,
which caused his eyes to suddenly tear.

She carried him back to the trees
as she said to him,
'You shouldn't be there.
When the time does come,
I'll be made aware
Until then, my son, your dreams are coming true, and you are an inspirer right here.
I'll come back to get you when the time is near.
I Love You, and your dreams becoming true would make rest for her and me, as well as your life, much easier.'

As I gained consciousness,
I rose and took one of the tree's acorns off the ground.
I recall its taste being bitter but rare.
I got down on my knees and stayed there
until morning between time, between trees, between confession, salvation, pardon, promise, submission, blessing, and praise prayers.
At which was the precise moment,
I proceeded back to wondering and wandering
What never left was
The confidence that now walks with me
The oracular dream I had and the time I spent beneath
The Golden Chinkapin Oak Tree