Best Fir For(A) Poems

The little fir tree was feeling extremely sad
it was tiny compared to its mum and its dad
When people saw the tree they just walked away
and chose a much larger tree for their Xmas display

The wind helped the fir tree waggle its branches
and the tree tried...

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There was a plantation of fir trees
for some unknown reason, most of them
were three to four years old but one,
it was only in its first year of growth.

When Christmas drew near, the loggers came
and started to cut down some of the oldest.
The little fir asked...

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Below a Douglas Fir tree one beautiful moonlit night
I sat there with my Missy as we viewed a lovely sight

The aurora borealis was lighting up the sky
Then something to my right suddenly caught my eye

A gem from outer space tore across the cobalt blue
Leaving behind...

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At first sight of first snow colour 
Scrapbook memories stir with folk within
Where spirits of love, caring, and sharing were
Whispers of our life we shared, brings wet tears that blur
Of the old farmhouse toasty and warm within-doors
Stipend oak wood was fed into its heart to...

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Color me Douglas Fir Green;
I feel so feathery-branched.
My constitution is supreme;
My core competes with oaks.

I was built to last and stand tall;
I cannot say as well of cousin spruce.
Taken for granted; 
the human species, mows me down;
I become boxes for habitation.

My strength is a human...

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THE WIND, THE FIR AND THE ROSE

While the wind walks up and down the village,
all the time at the same speed,
I looked at that fir,
bent down to the ground by the wind.
It must be very, very old,
but it's still so beautiful and
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scent of fir on breeze..
quiet rustle in bushes
rabbit blends with snow

snap of broken branch
snow drifts down to forest floor...
sleeping bear stretches


For Charles' haiku contest...

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Hot as fire, firm as fir.
That's what women would prefer.

Volodymyr Knyr
2017...

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On the tall table
Resides a small Christmas tree
With a Santa hat
When his eyes open to show
The vacant stare of plastic...

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Your Christmas fir was small and new,
When planted in the ground for you;
Once potbound, then its roots were free.
You stroked its branches, cuddled me:
I thought it felt like déjà vu.

I watched it as it slowly grew,
Though evergreen, its air was blue,
Not happy as it used...

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People take you from a forest.

You are young and very beautiful,

unhappy brides of strong egoists!

They keep you for a few short nights,

and they decorate you

in glittering ornaments

for their own pleasure.

But when their festivities are done,

they remove from you

the fine ornaments,

and they throw you into the...

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Don’t you see,
 A battle rages
Away above the grasses
The mighty trees throw spears of air
And bend to dodge the blades
Or cones where thrown by lordly pines
As cut by edges hewn like hands;
These lush and greening splays
Appendages of bows
The warriors, donned of moss and fir...

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Snarled locks of black twisted fur
A fir away from where I stood
In the close air, it's stirring 
No shelter from what's good

She looks to me with tired eyes
Inside are shades of countryside
The sand and rocks of which she spies 
Into her, unto me, this world...

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Let's
deck
 the hall
at Christmas-
in colourful cones....

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Here I grow, a handsome fir tree,
Standing upright within my wood;
An innocent, then let me be.

Where now I thrive for all to see,
Strobilus stemmed out of the bud;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.

Today I prosper, living free,
As streaming sap spawns my lifeblood;
An innocent, then...

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