Evergreen

In my youth
two evergreens stood
tall in our garden,
landmarks for the town,
coniferous guides.

amber fluid from trunk wounds
solidified to incense;
bald eagles nested near the top,
round wreath formation;
on a rainy evening
I once spotted a tree frog
climbing,
golden, translucently glistening.

In nightmares, I'd fly
skimming the green triangles
evading electrical wires,
branches spreading spikily
guarding pursuit from hunters.

but firs grow roots deep and thick,
snaking under abodes,
cracking walls and floors;
thus were coniferous warriors felled.

Still they stand fondly in my sight, evergreen.