Joseph P. DiMino Poet Personification

I AM A Date Palm

I am a Date Palm. Winds may threaten, bend and
and snap back my trunk; nests between my frondy 
bonnet yet remain firm -- from me, the palm, feathered
survivors have learned, resilience; and the selfless nature 
of lofty giving. Dates ripen, young chirping for their meal.  
Mothers not having far to travel. One can say, I am bed
and breakfast service. No need to call and wait for market
delivery.  Lookout of the desert, mast and sail of the sandy
dunes.  When comes the wind I whistle a nurturing tune. Such
music both lullaby and grateful prayer.  Proud member of Club Oasis.

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Joe Maverick September 27, 2025 at 11:21 PM Its ok when the dates are ripe.' But I Feel..? Well so 'palmed off' other times Of the year.' And here I am writingcto a Tree.? Joseph P. DiMino September 28, 2025 at 9:31 AM Hi Joe; in the desert proper, there are many, about 15 different species of birds, that survive in oasis -- In Phoenix, mostly pigeons crowd everyone else out. Quite a mess.

Hilda Greenhough September 27, 2025 at 6:58 AM The date palm is a wonderful source of food also. Your poem will make me think of them when I buy dates. A great poem Joseph P. DiMino September 27, 2025 at 3:04 PM Hi Hilda: they are delicious and healthy I believe. Trees are resilient, home to many wild creatures also important for soil stability. I'm no expert, but I imagine one who is, has a lifetime of study to fascinate and treasure. Blessings my friend.

Anne-Lise Andresen September 26, 2025 at 2:08 AM - "One can say, I am bed and breakfast service. No need to call and wait for market delivery" ... creatively and fun written, Joe :) - A lovely poem and tree :) - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs Joseph P. DiMino September 26, 2025 at 6:06 AM What the heck. If one has to be tree, why not do it all. Thank you, Anne. Have a great day!

Andrea Dietrich September 25, 2025 at 11:06 PM Wow so creative. Love this poem in this inspiring contest. Joseph P. DiMino September 26, 2025 at 6:05 AM Thank you, Andrea; best of luck in contest. Blessings.

Gershon Wolf September 25, 2025 at 9:25 PM I am a cluster of dates. I weigh a ton. If I land on your head, you'll as good as done. Back when I was an agricultural worker in Israel in date orchards (1977-78), before more modern methods were discovered, I used to 'catch the clusters.' Once I didn't. OH, BOY!! ~ Still Ri Ling Joseph P. DiMino September 26, 2025 at 6:04 AM Ouch! Yep, got to watch one's noggin. And don't nap under the shade of a coconut tree. Not good. Thank you, Gershon.

Mystic Rose Rose September 25, 2025 at 12:26 PM they are such lovely trees, wish they had them in my neck of the world, lol Joseph P. DiMino September 25, 2025 at 2:01 PM Hi Vie; they are an interesting tree. Very lovely in many ways. Thank you.

Valsa George September 25, 2025 at 5:16 AM Your poem is so beautiful. Love your date palm, the proud member of 'Club Oasis'. Its 'selfless nature of lofty giving' has made it the darling of the sandy stretch. It is 'the mast and sail of the sandy dunes.' Beautiful poem. Into my FAVE. Joseph P. DiMino September 25, 2025 at 5:27 AM Made my day, Valsa. Thank you!