Best Beech Tree 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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