Daniel Turner Poet Personification

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Making Friends

I walked out to a cottonwood
Who lives out in the hay
And since he had no livelihood
Decided I would stay

A root of his became my chair
He sighed and gently swayed
As silently he cleaned the air
I rested in his shade

I told him 'bout my neighborhood
The miles I walked each day
But if he cared in all likelihood
I knew he'd never say

Though it was just a short affair
His kindness was displayed
And as I left I was aware
A new friend had been made


     Daniel Turner

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Bj Legros Kelley June 23, 2021 at 6:19 PM I love this poem. We had a cottonwood tree once, it too was special to me. It was failing when we first moved to that house, and I nurtured the tree and babied it until it was strong and healthy. I was sad to leave it when we moved away, I did feel a special bond with that tree, I hated to leave it. Funny you should write this about a cottonwood. Maybe there is a special feeling of friendship they emit that we feel. Very sweet, peaceful, and interesting poem. In my FAVs! Bj Legros Kelley June 26, 2021 at 12:00 PM I simply had to google how in the world the tree helped you know when the fish were biting! Very interesting!! I will pass this on to my sons and husband, they will be happy to listen to the cottonwoods any time they have this to tell! That is amazing! Daniel Turner June 23, 2021 at 6:34 PM Thank you, BJ. Raised in the country, cottonwoods always told us when the fish were biting. That's how we knew it was a good time to go fishing .Great to see you again. Hoping you are well.

Ann Foster May 15, 2021 at 7:39 PM Well written. This was a fun read. Warm and welcoming... Ann

Sand Blown February 27, 2021 at 6:41 PM ...nice write....tree roots connect as do an animals neural brain fibres....a forests memories date thousands of years....so we are relatively as their ghostly friends ...stan sand

Francis J Grasso April 10, 2020 at 8:47 AM Nice piece of work, Daniel. I love the easy-going rhythm you put in this poem. ...Fran

Bette Bavington February 29, 2020 at 5:12 PM The reason we brought our place was for the trees. They provide us with shade during the summer. I can see why you got POTD. It is a super poem. To be sure what you talked about to your new friend will never be repeated. Daniel Turner February 29, 2020 at 8:41 PM Yes ma'am i think my secrets are safe:) Thank you very much for the warm friendly visit. I hope you are well, Bette.

Darlene De Beaulieu February 22, 2020 at 7:09 PM Hello Daniel Turner, yes a new friend was made. Have a nice evening my friend. Daniel Turner February 29, 2020 at 8:39 PM Thank you, Darlene.

Andrea Dietrich February 14, 2020 at 7:29 PM I see this got POTD. It's so deserving of it. I wrote a haiku set a long time ago with similar theme. I love my trees we planted! Daniel Turner February 16, 2020 at 10:40 PM Thank you Andrea. Yeah. I do love trees!

Alexis Y. February 14, 2020 at 7:07 AM Hi Daniel, I don’t know how I missed this one. I don’t think I’ve read a poem about “ Cottonwood” in this manner before. Such a well written and clever write. Congrats on getting the poem of the day. Have a wonderful day my friend:-) Alexis Daniel Turner February 16, 2020 at 10:40 PM Thank you Alexis. Glad you dropped in:)

Kim Rodrigues February 12, 2020 at 2:56 PM Lovely! Congratulations on POTD! Daniel Turner February 13, 2020 at 8:25 AM Thank you, Kim. Wonderful to see you again.

Janice Canerdy February 12, 2020 at 11:05 AM I really like this one, Daniel. No wonder it was Poem of the Day last week! Janice Daniel Turner February 12, 2020 at 11:50 AM Thank you, Janice. Hope you are staying dry.

Kurt Philip Behm February 12, 2020 at 10:03 AM Magnificent, love it Daniel. Kurt Daniel Turner February 12, 2020 at 11:49 AM Thank you, Kurt.

Line Gauthier February 11, 2020 at 3:12 PM Congrats on your POTD, Daniel. Daniel Turner February 12, 2020 at 11:49 AM Thank you Line. Wonderful to see you again:)

Gershon Wolf February 10, 2020 at 9:55 PM Just an ingenious write on a topic that --- well, who would ever think to write about cottonwood, except a Poet of the Day! Congrats! Best wishes, Gershon Daniel Turner February 11, 2020 at 2:08 PM Thank you, Gershon. I appreciate you support:)

Connie Marcum Wong February 9, 2020 at 8:40 PM I know I commented on this favorite poem, but don't see my comment Daniel. Congratulations on your well deserved POTD Daniel. I loved this heartfelt love for trees my friend. It is wonderful to have you back at PS again. Bravo! xxoo Connie Marcum Wong February 14, 2020 at 2:05 AM That I am! xxoo Daniel Turner February 9, 2020 at 8:46 PM Thank you, This is my best Robert Frost imitation. I had been reading some of his poems and this is what came out. Mrs Connie, you have always been my number 1 fan:)

Carolyn Devonshire February 9, 2020 at 3:52 PM I love the way you personified the Cottonwood tree, Daniel. Just look at the ways trees benefit us -- providing shade, and cleansing the air. I can see why this got a POTD, Daniel. Congratulations! Best wishes, Carolyn Daniel Turner February 9, 2020 at 8:44 PM Thank you Carolyn. Always a pleasure when you drop by:)

Charles Messina February 9, 2020 at 12:26 PM Nice! Congratulations on POTD, Daniel. Terrific write with a great message. Daniel Turner February 9, 2020 at 12:33 PM Thank you Charles. I appreciate you dropping by to read and comment:)

Anna Hopper February 7, 2020 at 11:44 AM This is awesome! Daniel Turner February 7, 2020 at 12:11 PM Thank you, Anna. I am glad you enjoyed it. I love Robert Frost and this is my attempt at writing a "Robert Frost" poem. I appreciate your kindness:)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 6, 2020 at 9:18 PM I love cottonwoods :))) Congrats on POTD! Delightful piece Daniel. Hugs! xomo Daniel Turner February 6, 2020 at 10:55 PM Thanks Mo:) Great to see you again.

Kurt Philip Behm February 6, 2020 at 6:31 PM Very Nice! Daniel Turner February 6, 2020 at 6:34 PM Thank you. I am a big fan of Robert Frost. I was trying to write a Robert Frost poem although I think it might be a little too simple. Wonderful to see you again, Kurt, and congratulations on the new book:)

Tania Kitchin February 5, 2020 at 3:39 PM Congratulations on POTD, a great poem! Daniel Turner February 5, 2020 at 3:41 PM Thank you, Tania. I appreciate your kindness.

Brandy Nicole February 5, 2020 at 2:29 PM :) Your little story made me smile. This is cute, clever and creative. Congratulations Daniel, on Poem of the Day. :) Brandy Daniel Turner February 5, 2020 at 2:40 PM Making you smile, makes me smile. Thank you, Brandy:)

Paul Callus February 5, 2020 at 12:53 PM A pleasure to be rereading this poem, Danny....and to deliver congratulations re POTD award! Regards // paul Daniel Turner February 5, 2020 at 1:59 PM Thank you Paul. Wonderful to see you again. everything going OK?

Jan Allison February 5, 2020 at 10:55 AM Having read the poem and your comments You are at one with nature, you have created a safe haven for birds and wildlife it sounds idyllic. Many congratulations on your POTD Daniel:-) Hugs Jan xx Daniel Turner February 5, 2020 at 11:05 AM Jan. being raised in rural America, most of my youth was spent around trees, lakes and gardens. They simply became a large part of my life. I can nurse a sick tree better than I can nurse a sick child. lol Thank you for a lovely visit. Great to see you again:)

Heidi Sands February 5, 2020 at 10:49 AM Excellent POTD DT! Congratulations :) Daniel Turner February 5, 2020 at 11:02 AM Thank you Heidi. Wonderful to see you. How's thangs?

Paula Goldsmith February 5, 2020 at 10:32 AM Congratulations on your POTD. I love to be outside with the trees and birds. A great friend that listens is the best. I have never had a tree talk back to me. Enjoy your day...... Daniel Turner February 5, 2020 at 10:37 AM Thank you Paula. Yes, even in my advancing years I still love to play in the dirt. Sometimes all a body needs is for someone/something to listen as we vent and work through our problems. Thanks for the lovely visit:)

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