Ash Tree Poems - Poems about Ash Tree

...I'm well aware the streets aren't paved with gold yet I still tread upon all forlorn roads, not wise enough to see what I am told, expecting much anew at each crossroads. I long knew that grass......

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... Ash tree borer bugs add one more plague to the list when should we worry ......

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...Beneath stars twinkling Sophia and Christ flew down In the form of birds In the form of large vultures Vultures filled with grace Vultures from the Great Mountains The Mountains of Snow ......

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... He whittled away A very large branch That in 6,000 days Was part of his ranch Yet not just the branch Or a tree or two He whittled a forest Full, through and through For this man and kn......

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...An Ash tree tumbled down last winter, it is only a wooden effigy now, branched still, limbs askew, leftover as a lingering image of one hour of violence. It was a head-storm, it got into the......

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...Ebony braids, moon misplaced Indigo inferno flames Speckled iris, abstract face Drowsy eyes, acrylic paint Haunted ash tree, trailing bleak Torrid patchwork women faint Pigeons perch on......

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...Five trees grow high above Which time does not blow The cold wind is empty The sun’s heat is zilch Their green gems never fall One is an ash tree One is an oak tree One is a maple tree Two ......

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...AntiPoem 31 “Rita Montero” (Poet’s instruction: Kindly play “Ay, Mama Inez” by Rita Montero while reading this AntiPoem) a red trolley finds Ebbets Field behind a pigtown ditch significant h......

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...The Ash has died, bare-branched Throughout this summer. Odin's gallows, Dreamin' Tree, Died back like every other. Though autumn leaves begin their fall Bare Ash stands like a Christmas tree......

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...an acre of land our very own smallholding father scythes long grass rows of potatoes green runner beans, sweet carrots mother bakes fresh bread huge laundry baskets filled with......

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...Most elderly ladies shine under a straw sunhat. At the arboretum, sitting under an Ash tree (the same Ash that she had sex under, when she was old enough to know better). She leans back ......

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...My Secret Garden I unlatch the gate to my secret garden Take a step on the emerald green grass beneath my bare feet As I breathe in the early morning scents I watch the orange rays rise over ......

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...When the nighttime dims And the leaves glow gold When the world seems magical to me We’ll stare through the limbs Of a century old, Proud, defiant ash tree You turn The light catches your f......

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...eleven thoughts on the eleventh day. January white crunch blankets bare bones clack as wolfwinds wander. sun absentee landlord mummified in clouds sheds white lint. snow angels line ......

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...Roots that hold this tree Let them dig deeper and true But remain hidden......

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