Best Chestnut Poems

Skeletal remains
naked to the elements
iced by winter's breath

The yawning giant
awakened by spring's nudging
unfurl sticky buds

The bustling leaves
an emerald factory
absorbing sunlight

Golden crispy leaves
flutter and carpet the earth
skeletal remains...

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Toyous melody of childhood memories 	                                       ...

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Tyler’s tree as it’s always been known
Stands at the northern corner of grandpa’s Kentucky farm home
An American Chestnut having survived the late 18th century blight’s harm
Grandpa believes the tree lives due to a nearby spring’s charm
Its roots venture deep with spring water’s nourishment
Its white bark...

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One particular chestnut tree
To me
Is not only full of beauty
It is full of majesty 

When I was a child
Like every child little wild
The chestnut tree
Was already tall enough second floor window to see
From not even very top of the tree
And it was already full of...

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is it a noun or is a verb um																		  to ing or not to ing question                																  my son to patronize a thing 																	 gerunds ung unga to...

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Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap 		        The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to a tree	   even more valuable than the gold...

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By any other name what is in a name 															prosody Rosa Dee the sweet voices arise in                       													Consonance assonance resonance Renaissance															you see being...

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the Running Chestnut down in the mine   																	where is the dark sarcasm 									         								asking myself a rhetorical question 																how did it come to be facing one another																 looking up the point like lighting it struck...

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Plainly speaking four legged Oron not an instrument of torture                                   ...

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Her chestnut hair, loosened, cascading endlessly, 
gone. 
Her never-tiring gaze searching the corners of my heart, 
gone. 
Her smile so radiant it outshone the sun, 
gone. 
Her words in which she reinvented the world, 
no more. 
Her beauty outlasted twenty summers and then was 
gone....

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If I was given one wish free
by a fairy from beyond our times,
I’d tell her that I wish to be
an agèd, stately chestnut tree
rooted deep in solid ground,
my sturdy trunk not being bowed
to some ill-humored gust,
my branches growing high and wide
so gifted with all seasons’...

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Next you can expect Running Chestnut                                       ...

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I  am a chestnut tree 
Hard to crack!
“That olde chestnut.”
The hurricane
 barks!
 
My leaves are green 
With enormous veins:
Lizard's claws;
Grip tight
their victims.
 
Upon my bough
A patchwork nest:
A golden ratio nestled
In the centre;
Bustling with baby sparrows
Mama sparrow is picking
The warms
Loitering in 
the undergrowth.
 
I am...

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Run on the man														      He is a man who procrasti- 											          nate prolongs the claim of crafti-              ...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy.
Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which clung to an old cap.

For years he had tilled the soil planting crops, in fields by river's edge,
In the shadow...

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