The Nativity Orchard

The Nativity Orchard

In a drowsy Mississippi town
Beckoning to the past
We walk through memories
With tears and laughter

“There is where I was born…”
“That little house…look how rundown…”
An older woman retracing her steps
Solidifying her birth as small and unimportant

Yet, little did she know
Little did she recognize
The majesty of the orchard
Shoring up her small nativity

Anchoring her in the history
Of the faith of a farmer
The strength of the trees
The rich stories of a land forgotten

Donna Sullivan Smith
December 2019