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Se Harvey Poem
Rainbow waves
Churning towards the shore
Like horses,
Their windswept manes
Dancing
Through the colors
Of the spectrum
Copyright © Se Harvey | Year Posted 2014
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Se Harvey Poem
Why that no good little birch
I think I alder leaf her
My aspens in the dirt
Don’t you know I’m not that poplar
I damn near choked on a little oak
And though I tried I am not maple
Now the branches are all broke
and the limbs are so unstable
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
And bough out fir the one that’s true
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Can’t tell just when the root will rot
You know I think its elm diseased
And I can do with out the knots
Well now it’s really got me stumped
Just when I should have sawed right through it
And it’s too late to pack my trunk
Or perhaps I just out grew it
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
And bough out fir the one that’s true
Some trees grow up in a grove
Others make a stand alone
But there ain’t no peach with out a pit
And there ain’t no pine with out a cone
I’m sure the heart wood ain’t no good
So I won’t go out on a limb
But when a tree is being felled
I wish that someone would cry timber
I just don’t think that I’ll ever see
A poem lovely as a tree
So I won’t Beech and I won’t Pine
I’ll just remind you one more time
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
If you were sap then you’d run too
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Crossing on high
The winter sky
A lone goose cries
The stars shine bright
And hung nearby
A Quarter moon
I wonder why
Where does it fly?
No mate in sight
Copyright © Se Harvey | Year Posted 2013
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In the mountains,
where the berries grow;
Hides a treasure,
some friends may know;
Among the summer flowers’ leaves,
Are golden treasures such as these;
If I could choose where I will lie,
When it is time for me to die;
Then let it be a quiet place,
That these fair beauties yearly grace.
Copyright © Se Harvey | Year Posted 2014
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