Best Beeches Poems

Silent beeches.
 Beckleigh beeches.
 Great temple beeches.
 Caw, caw, beeches.
 Childhood beeches.
 Country club beeches.
 Enveloping beeches.
 Belonging beeches.
 Memories beeches.
 Just where does the...

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How lovely to spend time
On a hillock overlooking the bay!
The ruddy sun just warms enough,
So I’ll enjoy my perfect day.

The sea is not perfectly calm.
Waves...

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He heard the crows, 

morning-cawing-crows,

morning-language-cawing-crows. 

There was for him, 

always, uncertainty in the cawing, 

an uncertainty he couldn’t hear,

though he tried for most of his...

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The vividness of the dazzling tones
of an Autumn's landscape is alluring,
making the beeches gleam when it rains;
it has captured me into the realm of fantasy,...

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War, Is Unholy Hell

War is wicked rot and most holy hell
 man's evil is its murdering spell
Yet mankind never ever truly learns
 love and faith...

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I set off along the faint trail
it was one I had not noticed before
plunging me deep into unknown territory
stomach clenched in excitement as I strode...

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A restless night, another hum-drum day,
Resolve to take a pleasurable walk;
I make my way towards St Mary’s church.
Across the street, a sixteenth century home –
Maltravers...

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I often visited this forest,
making acquaintance
with a centennial maple tree;
there I conversed eloquently...
as if I were talking to a trusted friend. 


I went back yesterday...

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Hallows Eve to Candlemas,
the sun now turning south,alas;
November sombre,December dark,
January,February cold and stark.
Catkins litter the forest floor,
beeches shed their leaves galore.
Gales melange the mix,as decay...

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In brooding dusk they gather from the East
Arrive in twos and threes upon the trees.
Autumn beeches, now devoid of leaves,
Begin to darken as the branches...

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WINTER HAIBUN

Hallow Eve to Candlemas,the sun now turning south,;November is
sombre,December dark,January,February cold and stark.Catkins litter the forest 
floor,beeches shed their leaves...

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It’s Autumn weather, geese fly by,;
Autumn rust,red,gold,so gay

Drystone walls edging fields,

Apples gathered,holly berries

Flash so brightly

Look like flowers

Sun shines sideways,shadows long

Of trees appear.I dwell among

Woods of...

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The beeches

Three queenly beeches on an English hill,
Tree spirits, sisters, who kept watch for centuries.
Root ridges cross and knit a wooden carpet;
Bare branches tangle, twist,...

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Scarce had it rain'd - blue hued
drops showering down; 
in the witching hour I rode, 
where the earth is overrun by weeds, 
yellow fringed with...

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WINTER HAIBUN (Afterword )

shapes spread statuesque

foliage in Winter clothes-

melancholy me

Hallow Eve to Candlemas,the sun now turning south,;November is
sombre,December dark,January,February cold and stark.Catkins litter the forest...

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