Monday, September 14, 2009


If money grew on a tree,
a maple or a beech,
I'll bet that it would be
too high for me to reach.

I'd stand beneath and look
up at the breeze-blown loot
and wonder what it took
to get some to take root.

Maybe I'd just sit
and wait for some to fall;
but when I think about it,
life wouldn't change at all.

For each day that I went
to gather what it's giving
is time I would have spent
just working for a living.

Stephen Brooke ©2009

Lately, life's kind of been keeping me from having much time online, between my duties as a care-giver and lots of work to do around the property here. With the cooler rainy weather the last few days I've been engaged in a flurry of planting/transplanting. That may continue off-and-on into the colder weather -- some things really should be dormant when moved.

This morning (during a break in the weather!) I was up on the roof installing an antenna. I gave up on satellite a couple years ago. It's simply not worth the cost. Although I have a tripod and will eventually use it to place the antenna up on the roof ridge, right now it's attached to the old satellite dish mount. I'm running it only into my mom's room for the time being; it improved her reception from four channels to fourteen and we can finally pick up the PBS programming from Tallahassee, so I'm pleased.


Bettina Makley, aka Fairywebmother. said...

Great blog. Love the Money Tree poem!

Anonymous said...

Money, there's ways and ways of looking at it and this poem is one of the ways! So many people spend so much time making it that they miss to look and harvest from other trees in the garden of life.

Actually, it reminds me of a man I once knew who thought that the world owed him a living. Somehow he thought that money would come to him because of his elevated entitlement sense. But like the lines say:
" time I would have spent
just working for a living."

Enjoy your own gardening time, Stephen. It's good labour.