Connie Marcum Wong Poet Rhyme

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One Special Yew

I want to merge with this old Yew,
To travel through its rings of time.
Back when it's sprout had just begun
Near Blarney's river so sublime.

Where ivy climbs the castle walls,
A quaint sized foot bridge leads to where,
The old strong Yew still charms today
As autumn chills with crisp clean air.

I felt compelled to climb it's limbs
To sit embraced by its sweet love.
To its spirit, in whispered voice,
I then professed the same thereof.

How strong that memory still keeps
As other trees I've come to know
Bless me with their cool umbrella,
I see that Yew in vigil glow!

© Connie Marcum Wong

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Vladislav Raven January 4, 2019 at 3:13 PM Hi Connie, A song from the emerald Isle, the Celtic grace, Ireland. Such a wonderful write Connie. You manage to write these songs so simply and yet, when one reads, they come forth so sublime. You know how to touch the heart with magical wonder. I was captivated from beginning to end with this little gem. I do so love trees. I love the content of this poem. have a wonderful weekend. Hugs....Mike. XX

John Fleming August 20, 2017 at 10:23 AM One of your most beautiful and best poems, Connie...in my humble opinion; a fond memory from your Ireland trip no doubt. You have managed to catch the moment perfectly with your well chosen words - A real joy to read! My very warmest regards, Connie - Cheers! :) john P.s The Yew tree is the only living thing on this planet that, theoretically, could live for an almost infinite age...all down to its self-replenishing, regenerative properties apparently. Life is so marvelous is it not! :) Connie Marcum Wong August 20, 2017 at 8:15 PM Sitting in the arms of that ancient yew was a highlight of our visit to Blarney Castle. My aunt took my picture in the tree. I am happy you feel this is one of my best. I always question my work, so it is nice when people leave comments to let me know their favorites. Thank you very much John. It is always a pleasure hearing from you. Have a great day! : )

Lynn Marie August 19, 2017 at 11:53 PM What is old so intrigues me. What 'life' has been previously witnessed that their remains stand to individual interpretation to all who view now, I find fascinating. The vibrant imagery is gorgeous, feels very personal. Beautiful writing Connie, you are pure joy to read xo

Vijay Pandit August 6, 2017 at 7:30 PM Well done Connie!

Paul Callus August 5, 2017 at 2:23 PM I can relate to this lovely poem, Connie. Like you I'm attracted by old places, objects and trees, perhaps because I strive to elicit from them the experiences which they have acquired before me. ~ Regards // paul

Robert Lindley August 4, 2017 at 4:36 PM This reminds me of my favorite custom made longbow, as its from Yew wood and along with my OsageOrange(Indians called Bodock) custom longbow the best of the 9 English longbows that I have. Truly top class my friend.. A fav.. Connie Marcum Wong August 4, 2017 at 6:40 PM I have always loved to watch archery but never have I shot an arrow. My son has. Your bows sound beautiful Robert. Thank you so much for your lovely comment and the Fave. I so appreciate them both. Hugs, Connie : )

Maria Williams August 3, 2017 at 4:55 AM I love the imagery you have painted here Connie. Your Yew tree sounds romantic, so glad that you got to climb it, and sit embraced by its sweet love. What a lovely line....Maria Connie Marcum Wong August 4, 2017 at 2:51 AM Thank you Maria. I feel connected to certain trees, especially older trees. : )

Andrea Dietrich August 1, 2017 at 5:53 PM VERY lovely, Connie. Ironically, Joe is now awake right after I wrote that comment below!!

Andrea Dietrich August 1, 2017 at 5:52 PM connie, thanks for the comments, and I fixed that one poem you mentioned though I doubt anyone was reading it except you! I am glad you like it. Trying to finally catch up unless Joe suddenly awakes from the nap I found him taking when I got home from work. Let me read this NEW poem now. (oh, and about Boss Baby. My daughter did not find it all that great,so I just didn't see it) Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:29 PM Well it was crudely comical maybe that is why. A lot of the jokes go right over the kids heads unless they are a lot older. We laughed a lot. Glad you fixed the poem. When someone is looking under tranquility they will see your poem. There are lots of people who don't write yet want to read things that inspire them. Sorry Joe woke up. : )

Akkina Downing August 1, 2017 at 4:19 PM Oh how lovely this is :) Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:31 PM Thank you Akkina. Wish I could share the photo of me in the tree. I don't know how to get it to show up. I am not that savvy at computers. : )

Joanna Daniel August 1, 2017 at 10:21 AM Lovely imagery, Connie:) Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 10:46 AM Thank you Jo. It is so lovely in Ireland. : )

Dean Wood August 1, 2017 at 9:01 AM Connie, this is a keeper! Yew did a beautiful job painting this scene with imagery and feelings. I felt like I was there. Thanks for sharing! -- Dean Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 10:12 AM That is because I was there, and I climbed that tree to rest in it's limbs while my aunt took a picture of me and my favorite tree! I appreciate your great comment Dean. Thank you so much! : )

Agnes Krampe July 31, 2017 at 7:13 PM Beautiful. I love yew trees; they are special and can get very old. I remember a grove of yews near to where I grew up - they are great for climbing. Connie Marcum Wong July 31, 2017 at 7:50 PM Thank you Agnes. I wish you could see the photo my aunt took of me in the tree. : )

Heidi Sands July 31, 2017 at 4:19 PM This is so nice to read Connie. A favorite :) Connie Marcum Wong July 31, 2017 at 6:09 PM Oh, thank you Heidi. I appreciate that you enjoyed this enough to fave it. It is from an actual happening when I visited Ireland with my aunt. : )