Best Beech Poems

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 see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to...

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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 see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress...

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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 count

The ole beech tree provides us with 
shade from...

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The swamp is covered with marigold
The smell is reminiscent of ballads of the old
The creatures living there are eerie but have hearts of gold
Many stories of this place are told

Beyond the swamp large clearing lays
Above it owl at night often flies
Between the clearing and the...

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Turn to quenching winds; cherish what you can't see.
Learn to study vastness rippling at sea.

Birds watch you from high as they tranquilly soar.
Words elevated mend a heart that's sore.

Songs of praise are the greatest compliment.
Strong and gentle, our natures complement.

Thoughts of gratitude charm, expressed aloud.
Cots,...

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W   I   N   D
F   A   L    L
M   A   S  T
F    A   I   R...

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Why does Ms. Breech teach children?
She doesn’t even like kids!
From the mouth of a five-year-old
our “teacher of the year” would hold a grudge forever
against this innocent honest five-year-old, if she knew.
I guess no one told the selection committee
how many students despise school after kindergarten here
wonder...

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Where gray shadows lurk beneath the towering beech
A kaleidoscope of color seeks to linger in the space
Where bare brown leaves cover the sunrays cannot reach,
Where gray shadows lurk beneath the towering beech
Squirrels battle for nuts, while tiny chipmunks screech.
And I, I am content to observe...

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Beech Forest Berries

There is nothing like fresh picked summer berries.
Yet, there can be a price one may pay to have them.
Not a huge price, more an adjustment.

High bush blueberries along the Beech forest path
Are delicious but…
Beware the mosquitoes and deer flies.

I made the mistake of...

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