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...

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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard...

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Cuckoos hushed, rambling vines and plight.
Hordes of birch, beech, pine, spruce and oak.
Choke of darkness, forcing midnight.
Wax and breadcrumbs children-ditched folks.

Hordes of birch, beech, pine,...

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Bluebells in chime are shadows in training,
beech trees rising in a sheltering sky.
Sunlight peeks through, the merest of raining,
to guide the mauve buds to darkness...

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A mong the ash, the beech, the birch they fall,
U nder the boles of white, beige and gray,
T hickening piles, a golden cabal; 
U nvarnished...

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Where hazel bushes mix with sturdy oaks
and beech trees densely grow in shades of green
the fairy flowers come in early spring
attired in clothes of violet-blue...

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I felt the touch of the breeze on my face from my sleep
Oh! With the morning sun, i woke with a flip
And there staring at...

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Early in the mourning she rose
She wood fined her boat
Wear she rose across the see two the sure
Their she mustard all her mite
And toad the...

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My favorite President is yet to be
  He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
 ...

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Spring soothes with a gentle rain
 With blushing blooms we once knew
 Fragrant flowers will then reign
 and everything becomes new

 Summer bakes with sizzling...

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On either side the boarded footpath lie
Still pools in swamp with sinister reflection
Dull images and scenes of life gone by 
Suggest to heart a darkness...

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I have a tree named Lou, a great, spreading beech
the shape of a gigantic pear with the stem upside-down.
I named it Lou so it could...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their...

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History deals with wounds and pain
Young Nick gambled in Vicky’s reign,
Fell amongst sin in Freo jail
Guilty of theft hung without bail.
Alas not the old oak...

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INDIAN PIPE
(The Corpse Plant)


in the shadows
     in the shadows
          teardrop eyes

Like bagpipes...

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