Itinerary for the Next Millennium On the outgoing tide trees depart by barge. I remain rooted to these hills. I'll never travel as far as the spruce sent to brace nations not my own. I sway in the wind, am bent by snow. I will never know those shores where the forest went. I drive to the docks, see the fish brought to shore, that is all. I return to this hill and grow, become more than I was one moon ago. I will never tread those lands beyond the glittering sea. I will remain, throw shade, drop seed. I will not travel with the trees.
Stefan Schumacher's Questions:
1) Is the irony effective?
2) Is the repetition of "I" phrases effective?
3)Does the imagery move this poem forward?