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Below the fingers reaching, growing
Into darkness, stretching..holding

Feeding above tiny buds of green
Working day and night, beauty unseen

Preparing a mighty fortress strong and bold
To withstand battles, ancients foretold

Above saplings bend supple in summer breeze
Not realizing, soon comes winter's freeze

Life's cycles pass from season to season
Saplings now majestic, offering no reason

Below the mysterious changes take place
Green turns to rainbows, across horizons face

Encased in ice, and snow of white
They sleep, feeding both day and night

Awaiting first tiny buds of green
Below the magic remains unseen

©Donna Jones

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Below a Douglas Fir

Below a Douglas Fir tree one beautiful moonlit night I sat there with my Missy as we viewed a lovely sight The aurora borealis was lighting up the sky Then something to my right suddenly caught my eye A gem from outer space tore across the cobalt blue Leaving behind a trail a quite spectacular view Two in trapped capture witnessing a shooting star We wonder where it came from, out there from afar We sat there for ages chatting about the sight we seen Phenomena such as this are generally seen in dreams Below the Douglas Fir tree that beautiful moonlit night We marvelled at it's arrival as it disappears from sight

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Go Dog Go A Dr Suess Parody

The dog was driving fast when the light turned green
and drove as if the red was a light between.
He was in a terrible hurry for a party in a tree.
It was just about ten minutes on his clock that he could see.
He pulled up to a maple that had branches speading wide
and hanging from the first one was a poodle he had spied.
He asked him many questions to find others who were friends
and thanked him for his help as they spoke to greater ends.
He went up in the tree on an old rope ladder
and almost fell back down to a poor weak bladder.
When high attop the tree he could see quite far.
All his friends were partying hardy just above his car.
He was offered several drinks all with straws bright pink
and sipped them very slowly as the music made him think.
He talked with many friends as he shared a joke
and walked around on branches careful not to fall and croak.
As he watched the sun fall down and it got quite late
He remembered his long drive and his homeward fate.
So he said his many thank you's and goodbyes quite late
and headed for his car putting down his plate.
It wasn't very long till he reached his home
while remembering the day as his longest roam.
As he set his tiny clock to get up the next day
he knew it wouldn't be as the one today.


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Oak Tree Swing

There's a swing that is hung from a long oaken tree,
By a string where the young have a longing to be.

Where they fly to the sky, ever higher they go,
Till they cry, "Not so high! I shall die, don't you know?"

And they tread through the wold all around by the tree,
Where it's said ruins old can be found by a key.

How they thought many-a night how this fact could be true,
And they fought to set right while they wracked in a crew;

But they never could figure that blur in the tale,
So they clamber with vigor the fir by the trail.

They'd retrace to the place where the moss covered tree
Like a face, beamed with grace as it tossed o'er the lea.

Such a hold that tree held on their glad little selves
As they trolled songs of eld with the bad little elves;

And the song that they sing is a song specked with tears,
Of a long oaken swing cast along through the years;

Left alone by the lane, overgrown, never seen,
Ever blown by the rain, with a groan deep and keen,

Till a small little girl stopped a while on her way,
And a tall oaken burl with a smile bade her stay.

How she clove in a dive through the grove, and the tree,
How it throve, came alive in the cove, in the lea.

{Comments and critique by those knowledgeable 
about consonance vastly appreciated.}

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Mountain Lake Inspiration Revised

Mountain Lake Inspiration (Light Poetry)

Mountain Lake is my favorite place to write
under shade tree are my pencil, paper, and pole.
Scribble down words while waiting for a bite
fishing my most popular angling hole.

Fish are jumping all around hook and line
small cork sits still and does not move or fade.
Patiently I sit in wait for that fish to dine
beneath weeping willow of cool tree shade.

Inspiration overwhelms biding snare
while creative mind laggardly transcends.
In far distance I see lone grizzly bear
and leave a good fishing pole to his friends.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Mountain Lake Inspiration (Couplet)

Beneath tree are my pen, paper, and pole; 
fishing my most popular angling hole.

Mountain Lake is my favorite place to write;
scribbling down words while waiting for a bite.

Small cork sits idle, does not move or fade;
beneath weeping willow of cool tree shade.
Fish start leaping all around hook and line;
grappling for the wanting chance to dine.

Inspiration engulfs my biding snare;
in far distance I see lone grizzly bear.

While creative mind laggardly transcends;
I leave a good fishing pole to his friends.

Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey

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In A Hotel Room

The ghats,grey serpents in green thickets
cool and moist, dampens restless midgets

There ,in  a hotel ,in the lushness of the tropic's crown
are trees mighty tall with neat flights of stairs hanging down.

stood  perched on trees, a cabin each of uneven logs
with wooden planks hand-polished to parqueted  floors

A large cypress cot,an inviting bed ,the sensuous Umrao-Jaan
on canvas overhead, glowing in hues from a crystal pan

white porcelain figures, lovers dancing  on mantle;love lounges,
windows open to wild flora , a few ripe mangoes hanging in bunches

On the rails ruddy jasmine vines flaunt little white stars
antique bamboo lanterns at the door , happy to be ajar
warm aroma from oils of wild-herb toiletries exude
wanting a trickle on the heated hearts' pursuit

cute candles whispers roses and jasmine in the air
nothing more,  the imp of the mind feasts on love in the air. 

on the small balcony , the cool breeze of the underwoods caress
In this tree-house,bask in its best to soothe five senses. 

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In high definition

In high definition... There is an old oak tree in our backyard. This old oak limbs weep like a willow. It branches out to the stars. The moon effervescent shines above. During the winter, the moss hangs low. I see the wind blow through its leaves in autumn. There is an old oak in our backyard Where a widow sits beneath weeping over love lost. The dawn has broken. The dew is high. This old oak is well defined. She has limbs that reach high in the sky. The sun photosynthesis makes each leaf shine. Her depth is sublime. This old oak is part of home. Many visitors she knows as a widower rests before he moves on. This old oak tree stands tall As a City's landmark. |__________________________________________________| Penned on November 22, 2014!

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Upon A Bed Of Petals

There in a bed of petals rests
The latest blooms burst from their nests

Beneath the trees in even's shade
Those nodding flowers dipped and swayed

And one more tender petal fell
The coloured bed of scents to swell

I'll rest me in this quiet shade
'Till sunset's glow does quickly fade

And rest me in these petals sweet
No kingly throne made greater seat

From thence the view I shall survey
The setting sun, the flowers gay

And if, perhaps, I then should tire
I'd follow this, my heart's desire

And there upon that petalled bed
I'd rest my weary, happy head

Perfumed by fragrance from the ground
To go where pleasant dreams abound

Written for the contest by the same name. First Place.

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Trees are moss are grass are stones.
Trees are spirit, nerves and bones.

Trees are air, stars and sky.
Trees are lungs, eyes and I.

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It's Christmas

Its Christmas time again and the bustle is on ,
cleaning the house, bring out the new stuff
A  touch of paint over there, I’m almost done,
The lights are up, tree fully decorated, My place is decked out !!

In the early Christmas morn, the gifts I lay beneath the tree,
Everything is in place……Ohhhh, what  a beautiful sight to see!

Now retired to bed, pleased as could be
He spoke  - and it caused me to look at the thing I did not see
I’ve cleaned and prepared my house for the day
In the midst of this, have I done the same with life in any way?

The scripture rang  loudly in the blanket of the quite morn-
“A child is born and a Son is given”- am  I ready to receive this gift that’s given?

All the lights I’ve hung, He’s the light of the world
The ornaments on the tree, He’s so precious to me
This tree that stands in my hall so tall
Upon a tree he hung, offered vinegar mingled with gall……

My responsibility right now, is share what’s been offered to me
If you did not have lights or decorated a tree, Could not buy a gift, or just didn’t know the story…

Jesus is the gift that’s waiting for you
Yes, you can receive Him, its long overdue
Just open up your heart, he’ll make it brand new
Take a moment to ponder-
Christmas is celebrating what Jesus has done for you !!!

Merry Christmas!!!

12/15/11 revisited 12/17/12

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Oh, Christmas Tree

An unusual thing occurred at our house Christmas Eve.
It caused us anger, it was enough to make us grieve.

We waited to the last minute for a live Christmas tree:
A brimful tree of precise size, with perfect symmetry.

On Christmas Eve, we pulled it inside the house to trim.
As we tugged it through, we discovered something grim.

Although the tree was green, it was dead as a doornail.
As we carried it in, pine needles rained down like hail.

It was too late to find another tree, the problem to rectify.
“We can’t have Christmas without a tree,” I wanted to cry.

Long gone the days to trek into woods & chop one down.
I wanted to stomp my foot, I wanted someone to crown.

Not only was there no tree, we vacuumed piles of needles.
“Honey, we need an artificial Christmas tree,” I wheedled.

 ‘After Christmas sales,’ afforded us a great opportunity.
  Now, I can decorate the tree each year, with impunity.

  No worry about limbs drooping, no watering to do. I
   like the convenience. I like the look of it too. After 

                               the tree 
                            that counts, 
                       it’s what’s under it. 
                        Don’t you agree? 

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"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature" William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601

The mighty oak tree is strong all the way to it's roots.
The mighty oak a place the leprechaun hides his loot.

The mighty oak tree is my shade in the summer time.
The mighty oak keeps me cool when the sun shines.

The mighty oak tree has beauty beyond compare.
The mighty oak has alot of years to share.
                              Teresa Skyles

Entered in Constance La France~A rambling poet~The tree contest
                 Thursday, 21 April, 2011

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On White Horse Hill

Alone I stand, the blasted thorn,
Devoid of leaves and all forlorn,
A sentinel for countless years,
Of storms and gales I have no fears.

Ignored by man and sheep and rook
Into the vale I longing, look,
O’er Uffington I survey, long,
As through my twigs a mournful song
Is whispered by the Western wind.
Against the slope I’m firmly pinned,
In ancient chalk my roots are bound
In sight, below, of dragon’s mound.

Unchanging down the ages, I,
Stark silhouette against the sky
And visitors espy me still
Abandoned here, on White Horse Hill.

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Tree and the Moon

The lone tree exists out in a large field Alone it hides itself truly concealed The moon shines down upon it bright and true The tree became everything that it knew Clouds cover the moon creating darkness Leaving all things obscure and quite useless Moon appears back to illumine the tree The light appears brilliant so you can see The tree absorbs all the moonlight right there To become a mighty tree that does care Tree knows it will be the show of the land For the light of the moon made it quite grand
Russell Sivey

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Tree contest:

Tree contest
Roxanna Johnson

"To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature."

Branches sway
in this warm season of early May.

Hot sands and bare feet
sounds of ocean waves cool the afternoon heat.

Cold drinks and lawn chairs sit underneath my special tree.
This is the happiest I'll ever be.

Lying here with large palms shading my eyes
I watch boats on the emerging tide rise.

This tree provides shade on hot days
it soothes and comforts me in some ways.

It is a beautiful tall palm tree that makes me smile. 
Now I think I'll just lie under it for a long while.

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Point Lobos Paths

Last Fall, my church's Scouts and I went hiking.

A few miles north of Big Sur’s coast,
There is a forested park much to our liking.

Point Lobos is the nature preserve that I love most.

The beauty there is supernal, beyond description.

We chose our trails with maps and compasses,
And practiced local plant identification.

I pointed out Monterey Pines and Cypresses.

For a time we climbed a steep inclination.

We looked down into a cove, home of sea otters,
From a viewpoint near the old whalers’ station.

We climbed through a cleft worn down by waters.

That Saturday outing wasn’t a total disaster.

The boys passed tasks to advance in ranks.
Life doesn’t get much better for an old Scoutmaster.

Lastly, to the Great Spirit we all gave thanks.

For Goethe Stanzas contest

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Beneath The Tree

A tackle trunk beneath a tree.
It's knurled top a bright red-brown.
A rod leaned up against it's side
bought at a store from the next town.

A magic moment held in time
by elves for parents that I pride,
but not for gifts at Christmas time;
for thoughts abound and in their stride.

The tree Blue Spruce with silver boughs
seen standing still in vacant air.
The room aglow with warmth and wishes.
The first to view as though a prayer.

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Unintentional Musings

Simba the cat sitting in the a/c by the glass door looking outside,
Watching, ever watching nature take it’s ride,
Now a distant cat in the green tree shadowed field, on the prowl crossing,
A flock of birds springing up from those sun speckled shadows in the offing,
A squirrel running the top rail of the wooden fence’
Watching Simba watch is my recompense.
She spends a part of each day rubbernecking,
Entertained, interested and inspecting.
A butterfly darting off on a butterfly’s quest,
A gecko camouflaged on a tree flagging at rest.
A  mysterious knot hole centers the trunk of a huge grandfather oak, 
It’s leaves silhouetted by sky blue and cloud wisp smoke.
I had much to do today, but here I am watching Simba though,
she fooled me. How long have I been here. Where did she go?

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For The Eyes To See

The winds that blow at the top of the trees.
Make the leaves, and the limbs, and the branches weave.
Stare and stir, till your heart's content.
At the mountains of forest, and the mountains of leaves.
Mountains of loneliness.For the eyes to see..

The trees that whimper.The trees that sway.
Bring mixtures of motions-motions conceived.
A mixture of motions, at the top of the trees.
The limbs, and the branches, they never give way.
The branches too sturdy.Too sturdy they be.
Limbs and branches.For the eyes to see..

Mountains, and mountains, and mountains of trees.
Winds bring mountains-mountains of leaves.
Leaves of green, and leaves of brown.
Watch the leaves as they fall to the ground.
Leaves from trees.For the eyes to see..

Whistling winds.Trees that weep.
Droplets of sap.Droplets that seep.
Droplets that seep, from the trees that weep.
Towering trees.Trees that tower.
Trees that tower over me.
Towering trees.For the eyes to see..

Mountains of brown.Mountains for all.
These mountains they glow the color of fall.
The color of fall's the color for me.
As the leaves come down.Leaves of brown.
Leaves of brown, they're all around.
All around.For the eyes to see.

The mountains and forest seem to lie still.
As the winds calm down.On this blundering hill.
The leaves on the trees.They rest in place.
These mountains of trees.They're never erased.
Never erased, are these mountains of trees.
Mountains of trees.For the eyes to see..

Seasonal-Nature-Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,2014..
ALL rights reserved..

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The Tree At The Mall

The tree at the mall is right out front.
3 feet in; 4 feet out.
Been shortened for powerlines
and sparsened for rapists'.
It's branches cut back
where it's taxes placed it.
The tree at the mall is right out front.

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Spring to Life

 By a road traversed by many
 Where few uphold her beauty
 She stood a figure so queer
 Which only drew me near
 I wonder if she'll ever know 
 How marvelous she was in snow
 She shields her blessed bloom 
 Which blossom till the warmth of June
 A gentle shove upsetting her stance
 Her echo besets a familiar dance

 Sentiments have no place in my heart 
 But beneath this enthralling arch
 The falling fragrance of floral grace
 Shall trickle my soul to its sweet embrace.

                                                                   Inspired by Muses: Lori KA & Sharron

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September Rewards

Is there anything more splendid than a garden in the fall,
When your work has brought in treasure and it’s time to reap it all?

There are bounties beyond endless, all you need and so much more.
It is offered with such largesse; some to eat and much to store.

The old pear tree is so loaded, it will be hard to pick it all.
Is there anything so lovely as a  pear tree in the fall?

Oh a garden in the springtime is a place of hope and cheer.
 It’s perfection in September when the harvest time is here. 

I remember Daddy bringing all the produce, with a grin,
And my mama bravely canning the profusion he brought in.

The cellar is overloaded and the bright jars line the wall.
Nothing  is so satisfying as the harvest in the fall. 

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Decking the Halls


The stockings are hung by the chimney with care
Christmas ornaments lay strewn everywhere

The tree is up, the lights are on
Now to hang the ornaments that are so strewn

Garland and tinsel all in its place
The angel atop the tree in its position of grace

There's the Christmas Village replete with train
A mountain and a lighthouse are its latest gain

And now for the most important thing
The arrival of the King of Kings

The Christ-child born in a stable lowly
Now come, Lord Jesus, make all this Holy

	Curtis Moorman
	10 November 2011

For Francine Roberts' contest A Winter Couplet

Holiday Decorating 

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Save me Save life

Going too to fro in the air,
I moved menacingly and so did my green hair.

I felt the rush in my roots,
And on my leaves hushed herns and coots.

I stood sailing on the deadly day,
And in silence saw the sea not very far away.

Suddenly in my roots rushed a pain,
First I ignored it but slowly slowly it became insane.

My brave branch broke weak,
I tried tremendously but the reason I could not seek.

Then in my ears entered a voice,
I became frightened as I did not have another choice.

I thought of the happy moments of my life in my mind,
And a solution to this problem I began to find.

As the axe started to cut me deep,
I was smiling and was happily going to a permanent sleep.

I smiled at the thought of devastation without me and my companions in the coming years,
In which the human beings will only be left with hopelessness and tears.

I am someone without which humans cannot live, hear or see,
I am the life possibility of them- a tree.

Thinking all this I diminished on the ground, 
I knew on my next arrival human race won't be found.

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Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

We would hide presents through the year
All around the house every where  

That night we said, kids it’s time for bed
Let thoughts of Santa fill your head 

I helped wrap gifts with my wife
To put happiness in our kids life
Under the tree went the gifts we had
Some from Santa, some from mom and dad

Christmas eve was such a joy
Putting together a bike or toy 

I miss those Christmas eve nights
My wife, little kids and a tree with lights

For me now on December 24
Christmas eve it’s not the same anymore 

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One Day of Knowing (For the Eve in Eden Contest Sponsored by: Deborah Guzzi)

One Day of Knowing

Adam, my Adam, please come stroll with me.
Let us take another walk to the sea.
Come, my husband, the man of my dreams,
We can live forever with no blasphemes!
You named all the animals as God asked.
Eons flew past; you continued the task.
Never “alone” working with no adieu.
God’s right hand man; I am so proud of you!
Alone in the garden, when God went out –
I keep wondering, what was that about?
What was on the outside?  I wish I knew –
Perhaps way back then…a dangerous venue.
Every yesterday walking side by side
In sync in the garden we two abide.
Millions of years living, immortal, shared.
God invented…giving to us; He cared.
Day after day together leisurely
We, walking with God obediently,
Free to eat of the Tree of Life and live.
Explicate that one, Adam?  Come on; give! 
Let us try the other fruit; we will not die.
The serpent said we would not.  Let us try. 
The Tree of Life gives immortality.
We will know good and evil, God’s specialty.
You said, before “Eve, do not ask again.”
We could be like God; come on let us win!
I am looking for adventure, if you please.
Life in the garden is a boring ease.  
Perhaps I will taste that fruit without you.
Then, you will miss me for an eon or two.
Good idea, baby”— Now, I am thinking!
Beguile me again…these teeth are sinking.
Adam, oh Adam, I ate and still live.
It tastes delicious; this is yours…I give. 
Yummy!  Eve, I love your tummy…naked.
Yikes!  He is unquenchable; love related.
What have I done eternity like this?
Never ending energy, a constant kiss.
My rebel spirit brought mortality.
Now, pain and toil, shall drive humanity.
Come on God; what is next?  Please do something –
God banished us the Tree of Life; mortal life stings –

DEDICATED to the original EVE whose rebel spirit and convincing tongue brought mortality to both Adam and herself.  Thus, the adventures of mortal man began and humanity

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May, 2010

Poetic form:  Couplets

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Still Connected

From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.

Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.

Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;

And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.

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Spring Shows -3 couplets, 30 words

nectar gathered by buzzing bees cherry blossoms like popcorn trees busy eyes suntan bikini pose love breeze flows Spring shows lovers move fast moments stall chasing breath country clocks crawl

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Green Leaves of Spring


Surveying green, leaves me somewhat unfazed;
‘til spring leaves appear and my eyebrows raise.

Riddle, ma riddle, ma riddle me green,
how many shades of green can be seen?

There’s teal and pine, and most common - chartreuse.
Some leaves are olive, the evergreen’s spruce.

What of mint and moss and there’s lime or jade?
Brownish-specked hazel, my least fav’rite shade. 

The leaves of spring are all about green;
it’s the revival of life that we keen.

When bare trees of winter begin to grow
I go for a drive and watch nature’s show.

written 21 Mar 2015 
for Francine's It's Spring, Show Me the Green contest

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Backyard Surprise

A branch fell down from wind and rain;
That's Mother Nature - can't complain.

I checked it out - it weighed a lot
But crashed down on an empty spot.

It came from an impressive tree - 
I'm glad it didn't fall on me!