Literary Orphans

A Forty Year Old […]
by Patrick Toland


A Forty Year Old, for the first time,

Understands Joyce Kilmer’s The Trees.


I am not the last to see these oaks,

Not by a long chalk.


But something altered in the air

Or scored within the wind


Enlightens in me difference,

Change, a slow becoming.


I know the trees are quite the same;

Like pensioners that scatter crumbs,


Like mums that circuit round

The park, avoiding mutts


That bark and bother.

I too am plain forgotten


And know I’ll never manage

Much to pluck my roots and flee


The town and shake off

Leaves like dusty sandals.


I too am bedded, planted,

Stranded, framed


By poplars that shame

The church they overhang


And threaten soon to crumble.

Am fixture, feature, fun


And game to passing kids

That fling their sticks and run


Again as if I’d have in me

The will to chase them.


The oaks today straddle

Both these moods, one quick


To sulk at growing old,

One slow to find such fault


In any place or grounding.

They also seem the wiser


Of the two; speechless, swaying,

Waiting for a chance to speak


Against the clatter and the din

And I blathering, comparing,


Spoiling with acclaim the trees,

Knowing that they cannot, must not answer.


What a fool I have become –

A man who parleys with the trees


And reasons that they care and listen.

A man who thinks, even for a


Moment, that everything he knows

Could fascinate a tree.


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PATRICK TOLAND is a graduate of the Masters of Creative Writing in Oxford University. He is winner of the Edward Stanley Award and was selected as an emerging writer by Windows Publications in 2010 and for the 2012 Poetry Ireland Introductions Series. In 2013 he was nominated as an emerging poet in the Hennessy Literary Awards.


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–Foreground Art by Lisa Griffin
–Background Art by Dinty W. Moore