Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

See and share Beautiful Nature Photos and amazing photos of interesting places

Read Poems by Roy Jerden

Roy Jerden Avatar Roy Jerden - LIFETIME Premium Member Roy Jerden - Premium MemberPremium Member Send Soup Mail Go to Poets Blog Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below are poems written by poet Roy Jerden. Click the Next or Previous links below the poem to navigate between poems. Remember, Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth. Thank you.

List of ALL Roy Jerden poems

Best Roy Jerden Poems

+ Fav Poet


Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
Who one summer stayed at his grandparents' farm
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
But his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so loved the willow oak tree near the spring
To lie flat on his back and hear the birds sing
The bunnies and ducklings would come to his call
Timmy Tom Tuck was a best friend to them all

One day young Timmy was watching a cloud
When of a sudden his tree spoke plainly out loud
He looked all around but naught did he see
Then a slim dainty girl stepped out of the tree

"Willow is my name", softly sang out the sprite.
Her skin was dark green and her hair purest white.
"I am your friend, so you have nothing to dread.
This tree is my home. I'm a dryad.", she said

"A dryad dwells deep in the heart of her oak
And she speaks through its roots to all the plant folk
To mosses and mushrooms, the ferns in the fen
Pink lady slippers, and the grass in the glen.

For all things are akin, all substance is one
The earth and the stars, the moon and the sun
The grass and the trees, the air high above
The birds and the bees, the ones that we love"

From that time on they were never apart
And Timmy loved Willow with all of his heart
All day they would play in the rocks and the streams
And at night sweet Willow would dance in his dreams

Dryads live long but young summers do fly
Soon Timmy and Willow spoke words of goodbye
He promised he'd surely come see her next year
Sadly smiled Willow; her eyes glistened with tears

But Timmy came not in that year nor the next
As summers were filled with exciting prospects
Soccer and baseball and Boy Scout Jamborees
Those days with Willow turned to faint memories

But at last one summer he went back to the farm
And suddenly thought of his vow in alarm
He hugged his grandparents, and once he was free
With his heart in his throat, ran down to the tree

The oak was all withered, no leaves anywhere
"Oh Willow! Oh Willow!", he cried in despair
"Oh Willow! Oh Willow! Oh where can you be?"
Then embraced with both arms the willow oak tree

Deep from the tree there came a tremulous sigh
"Oh Timmy, dear Timmy, my end is now nigh.
I've lived and seen wonders in this hundred years,
but now I must go; you must not shed any tears.

For all things are akin, all substance is one
The earth and the stars, the moon and the sun
The grass and the trees, the air high above
The birds and the bees, the ones that we love

I'll kiss your sweet cheek with every small breeze
I'll cool your hot brow with the shade of the trees
In dewdrops I'll wash your bright face with the dew
And in dreams my soul will be always with you."

With those words, kind Willow then faded away
Near her Timmy stayed till the end of the day
That evening at last he was able to sleep
Then dreamed such a dream, and the dreaming was deep

The forest was big and the forest was bright
Sweet sunshine shone through it in golden daylight
Then all the wood fairies came out at twilight
And fair Willow danced in the silver moonlight

"Spend time with those you love."

July 8, 2014


Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment

  1. Date: 7/8/2014 10:49:00 PM

    I simply loved this poem and the very well thought out and well done!!!!! from Riley Kent