Beech Tree Poems - Poems about Beech Tree

...Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman the original wild flower! I go where I want to go I grow where I want to grow — don't matter if y o u say no dandelion wine summertime relax and rec......

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... I know a forest where the trees grow old, and standing quiet I hear their sad sighs; weather is changing it is getting cold, soon my green leaves will die one Oak tree cries. T......

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...I am a beech tree standing proud and bold But I am firmly rooted to the ground And so I cannot move from place to place. I must have a way to communicate With other trees and plants for miles aro......

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...The chlorophyll is starved, green goes to brown and red. The dead are promptly shed. See beech tree - skeletal, stark and elemental, looking like black metal. But in its outer skin some......

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...The chopping board gets cut upon every night and day It doesn't moan or say whose wrong or right it's Just chopping boards way Sitting in the corner silent waiting to be ......

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...Where has the young boy gone, Oh, where has the young boy gone? The one who played So quietly with his toys, But who was capable of making Such a terrible noise, The one who climbed The old......

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...*We had our first mild day the other day :) The mild air came upon frozen snow Melting with water dripping streams Beech tree leaves kept rustling In the wind that moved ice Winter is changing......

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...I sit beneath it's massive boughs, the dappled sunlight by my feet. Gentle breezes touch my cheek,bring scents of summer soft and sweet. Rustling leaf sound fills my ears,communication wild and fre......

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...Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen I just adore the springtime; I wear my dress of emerald green Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can ......

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...Woman Waiting For The Dublin Bus waiting for the Dublin bus lonely traveller on the village bench with alabaster legs in lazy form and she, occasionally furious before brushing invisible ......

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...A breeze brushes the grass and the baby's breath sway in unison Bees flutter between flower heads and butterflies flex their wings against the burgeoning breeze the wind wafts and loosens leaves......

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...Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen I just adore the spring time, I wear my dress of emerald green Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can......

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...To tennis What a cracking sport To play, to lose all worldly cares. Returning To the tennis court – That small rectangle, out of time; Win or lose It doesn’t matter, I’ll keep my focus on......

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...The ole beech tree has so many memories and so much history They say you can figure the age of a tree by the circles around But on this ole beech there are far too many circles for me to co......

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