Best Carob Tree Poems

I listen to the sighing
of the wind, as I sit
in the cool shade 
of a sprawling carob tree,
wondering if Basho,
in heavenly abode, 
next to Elysian...

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Time moves on forward fast,
Like rapids hurtling unheedingly headlong
Towards a sheer deep cascade,
And plummet down below in a mighty roar
To flow relentlessly towards the infinite...

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Fat woman in a tree 

The old carob tree by the roadside had grown big leaning partly 
over the road and trucks often brushed against...

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Umbrella of Love. 
If you drive along the asphalted narrow road that runs
Parallel with the vine plants, turn left, you will see
A muddy road more...

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Nature sonnet
I have been walking in a domestic land abandoned and
Left to go wild and there is a struggle for dominance among
The trees the olive...

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Sun in Your Eyes. 
In the white sea of sun bleached straws 
I saw a crow struggle, go under drowning 
In the glare of sun...

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August Forenoon 
There is a sale on in the dress shop bathing trunks reduced up 
to 40%. It has been a good summer and few...

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The new language

It was late August, on a glaringly hot day, when I felt dizzy
went to sit on a gigantic carob tree full of beans...

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Sun in Your Eyes. 
In the white sea of sun bleached straws 
I saw a crow struggle, go under drowning 
In the glare of sun...

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Chattering Plants. 

The fig tree has lost its big soft leaves and looks like a petrified 
octopus in the middle of a nightmare.  What...

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Rustic Morning 
Still, early morning and coarse grass had stopped crying
But the carob tree was still tearful someone had broken its branch
The one that was...

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Prima Vera (spring)

The westerly has ceased it doesn’t get 
dark before seven, time for evening walks, 
and let stillness read my thoughts. 

Under a carob...

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Not what you see

 It looked an idyllic scene 
a farmer with a sweet, little red tractor
was ploughing a feel while his mule now unemployed
stood...

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A mule’s dream

A farmer was ploughing the field
his tractor was pink in the idyllic landscape
He ran out of diesel and went to get some more
at...

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Sleeping sun

The audacious sun finally showed up
and green was the winter landscape; I also saw
where the sun sets, behind the carob tree
soundly and snug under...

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