Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

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My Love For Trees

Seems to me the more I age
My fondness for trees only grows

Their resilience and gracefulness
Their symmetry and beauty
Their arms outstretched heavenward
As if asking to be blessed with a nest for life

But it’s the way they bravely face each season
No fanfare just day by day
Making the most of their assets

Offered freely to all taking the time to appreciate
Every gnarly curve earned though hardship
Broken branch and injury

Radiant in the sun Solemn by moonlight
Valiant through the rainstorm
Resolute against snow and sleet

Naked… Buds… Foliage… Dried falling leaves
And naked again the cycle regenerates itself
Such is life on this beautiful planet




AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2024, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on August 29, 2018 for contest END AUGUST 2018 STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

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Janice Canerdy September 1, 2018 at 1:26 PM CONGRATULATIONS on your well-deserved win, Line! Janice Line Gauthier September 1, 2018 at 9:46 PM Thank you very much, Janice.

Vijay Pandit September 1, 2018 at 9:22 AM Congrats on your top win, Line. Line Gauthier September 1, 2018 at 10:12 AM Thank you, Vijay, for your much appreciated visit and comment.

Warren Doll September 1, 2018 at 8:07 AM Congrats on your number 1 win, Line~ Warren Line Gauthier September 1, 2018 at 10:11 AM Thanks, Warren, for your much appreciated visit and comment.

Janice Canerdy March 17, 2018 at 7:15 PM Line, this is TRULY beautiful--love the moving use of personification! Janice Line Gauthier March 17, 2018 at 7:38 PM Thank you so much, Janice. Much appreciated.

Vladislav Raven March 17, 2018 at 1:57 PM Hi Line, i do have a love for trees, how swiftly we seem to be taking them away. I love the imagery of your piece. I could see the majesty of the trees through your words. Those hardy old sentinels. This was a delight to read. This has to be a fave. Have a wonderful weekend. Your friend....Mike. Line Gauthier March 17, 2018 at 2:14 PM Thank you so much for your kind and wonderful visit and comment. Most appreciated. Line xx

Andrea Dietrich March 17, 2018 at 10:48 AM This is a beautiful tribute to our trees. We need to take so much better care of them. I love this , Line, and thanks for my placement in your contest. Line Gauthier March 17, 2018 at 11:36 AM Thanks for your delightful visit and comment, Andrea.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 16, 2018 at 10:04 PM I'm quite fond myself, of trees and your poem :) xomo! Line Gauthier March 16, 2018 at 10:13 PM Thank you so much for your lovely visit and comment, Maureen.

Tom Cunningham March 16, 2018 at 9:46 PM Beautiful verse Line, at our old house there were seven tall poplars and I used to watch them swaying in the breeze.Oh the beauty of nature. Tom Line Gauthier March 16, 2018 at 10:12 PM I've always loved poplars: their bark, the shape of their leaves, and the noise they make in the breeze. Thanks for your lovely visit and memory provoking comment, Tom.