A Road Less Travelled

I was going to post another poem I’ve written, but–you may breathe a sigh of relief–I couldn’t find it. So instead I’m going to write about oak trees.

Someday I would like to own a piece of property. Land in the country appeals to me, but I suspect my piece of property with be in the middle of Peoria. It may be a small lot but I want enough room to plant an oak tree. I want to plant a tree that I may never see full grown. A tree that my grandchildren will someday climb. I’ll try to grow other plants too, but I’m not very good at gardening. When my flowers wilt and my tomato plants get eaten, I want to be able to look at the oak tree and remember why I planted it. Some days it won’t look like I’m getting anywhere, but Lord willing, I will be training up children who will go accomplish the work that I couldn’t finish.

That’s a little bit like how I look at this blog. There a few people who read this who already understand what we’re doing and agree with us. There may be one or two who decide not to send their children to college because of this blog. More likely, the ones who disagree will still send their children to college. But maybe those children will grow up with the idea that people without college degrees can be productive and intelligent. And maybe their children will grow up and see that college is only one of the choices available. Maybe I’ll never know one way or the other. But maybe my grandchildren will.