Baobab Child

Sprang from barren soil .

Dry cracked shattered ground.

Long over farmed, now a ghost town.

Grows like a tree.

This new form of men.

Matures to uproot.

Then spreads like a weed.

Legs like the mangrove ,wades at low tide.

Arms of oak branches. Hopes Redwood high.

Saw-grass sharp witty, with the patience of a cactus.

Backbone made of teak.Thorn-bush like grit.

A tree that thinks of heaven. And Frasier firs lit.