Best Naturetree Poems
If Only Trees Could Talk
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
If only trees could talk there'd be so many things to learn.
Old tales we'd hear of sweethearts that beneath their shade had kissed.
Oh, lovely sights of nature that they saw before their fall.
We'd hear of nearby habitats where snakes and possums hissed.
We'd know how careless ravaging harms: Deer. Baboons. Raccoons.
The Elephants, gazelles, and mice would seek the trees’ advice.
And bears that sleep in wintertime could hear about the cold.
Listening to great wisdom from the trees would be quite nice!
And if the tree was old enough or passed along life's tales,
Perhaps we'd see another view of slaves in history.
The trees with years of wisdom could upon us shed some light.
Then, man's impact upon the earth would not be mystery.
Take Joseph serving Potiphar accused; that changed his life.
The king could ask a nearby tree and behead the lying wife.
Let's go a little further back, the serpent's words to Eve.
He, twisting truth among the leaves, Eve might not have believed.
If only trees could talk, we might protect them differently.
Replenishing along the way, learned wisdom as our mark.
Would we embrace the kindness every living thing deserves?
Or would we cut our name into its life beneath tree's bark?
I fell in love with a tree stump.
A quite curious stump was he.
No branches to thump.
No fall leaves to see.
But a very special stump was he.
There in the woods, other trees grew tall.
Swaying their limbs and leaves in the breeze.
But one special tree stump won my awe.
Once, tall and stately was he, before the freeze.
Now, short and sad hearted because of the saw.
I was weary, downhearted, and lonely.
When, I spotted that stump beside a pile of wood.
A perfect place to rest, it seemed to me.
I rushed right over as quickly as I could.
Then, sat right there, relaxed, and feeling so good.
While trees all around made their showy stance,
I sat and enjoyed from my comfortable stump.
He had no limbs nor leaves to wind-dance.
He had no branches to thump.
He was there for me to rest myself…by chance.
Pining alone, I fell in love with that tree stump.
A quiet refuge was he.
No longer sad, life became plump.
And my soul soared higher than one can see.
For he was there when I needed him…and he needed me.
© October 28, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
When I glanced out my window on this bleak December morn,
My eyes were drawn to the Ponderosa Pine standing so forlorn.
Gradually, as if decorated by God's own Artistic Hand,
'Twas soon bedecked with colorful ornaments so very grand!
Its boughs were adorned by garlands of snow in jeweled display.
Crystal icicles glistened as no mere artist could e'er portray.
Clusters of golden cones festooned the tree here and there.
I watched in wonder as it began to assume a festive air!
What was just moments ago a tree, brooding and austere,
Was soon alive with critters that chose to winter here.
Cheerful robins added a spritz of color with their scarlet breasts.
Haughty blue jays flitted about flaunting their bluish crests!
A couple of squirrels sprawled upon a branch lazily a-snooze.
Cardinals and bluebirds roosted there adding their delightful hues.
Flitting finches and chickadees graced the tree without cease.
At the very top perched a dove - that beautiful symbol of peace!
What a wonderful transformation I witnessed in that stalwart tree!
I'd like to think that the Creator decorated it just for me!
As I gazed upon the scene, my soul was filled with jubilation,
Marveling at the miracle of Christmas and God's wondrous Creation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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O! My Tree!
The tree around I played
With leaves very pointed
Being bitter. others hate
Necessity brings nearer
Mosquitoes are prevented
Skin diseases are demolished
Germs run away with pace
And I feel missing when away
It is the tree I love
Where love expressed Dove
Monkeys jump, pigeons rest
Cows eat, churn and rest
All enjoy shadow and taste
Fully inside the heart
I have a corner
Very special for it.
by:-
Vrushani Thaker
Tiny winged creatures
flit from tree to tree
perch on tree branches
preening breast feathers
wee plump bodies
Fee fee-fee fee
delicate songs
bird orchestra
they serenade
Feathered friends
entertain,
we listen
Fee fee
sweet song
Birds
A lone cottonwood tree stands on the rolling Colorado plain.
A rippling stream flows nearby, its existence to sustain.
Its lofty branches reach for the pristine Colorado sky.
Tho' badly scarred, the ravages of time it continues to defy.
I tarry 'neath its welcoming shade to muse about its past.
For a century or more it has witnessed the passage of time so vast.
Why did this sturdy sentry survive when others fell away,
Yet, shedding a blizzard of cottony snow each ensuing May?
I wonder if it was a landmark beacon for hardy pioneers,
As they traveled e'er westward seeking new frontiers.
Perhaps a patrol of cavalry paused 'neath its welcome shadow,
To take respite from their weary trek across the sere plateau.
Scars remain where buffalo scratched their hides upon its bole.
I suspect that it was a sanctuary for graceful antelope on patrol.
I could imagine a majestic eagle perched atop its aerie,
Reposing from its search for prey across the endless prairie.
Rustling leaves startled me from my nostalgic reverie.
Were phantoms of the past gathering about this very special tree?
I felt as tho' God considered this solitary tree renowned.
I respectfully withdrew, sensing I'd intruded upon sacred ground!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
A MIGHTY OAK
"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature" William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601
The mighty oak tree is strong all the way to it's roots.
The mighty oak a place the leprechaun hides his loot.
The mighty oak tree is my shade in the summer time.
The mighty oak keeps me cool when the sun shines.
The mighty oak tree has beauty beyond compare.
The mighty oak has alot of years to share.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Constance La France~A rambling poet~The tree contest
Thursday, 21 April, 2011
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
too far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive or hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which was weeping sap from the leaves.
May 24 2010 For Rick's "Haiku You" contest
For four-thousand years and more
He’s withstood the tests of time;
Extremes of heat and cold
Haven’t cut him down in his prime;
Even now he proudly stands
As a testament of endurance,
The elements sure can’t defeat
This tree of majestic stance.
This Californian Bristlecone-Pine
Stands high up in the mountain range,
How it manages to survive there
Leaves us gasping, it seems so strange;
How it’s lived for millennia
When other trees have long since died
Is truly amazing to consider,
Such tenacity can’t be denied.
On so dry and thirsty a terrain
This tree seems but to thrive,
A resilient nature for sure
Helps to keep it so alive
And, within its tough bark,
In the very heart of the tree
Must be a durability
Of the highest degree.
Yes, the oldest living thing
On our Planet Earth
Is a magnificent tree
Of such invaluable worth.
A grand, visible display
Of what determination can do;
A symbol of a great survivor
For us all to look up to.
The antique paint chipped thermometer would not give up it's cache of mercury from it's
frosted bulb even in the blinding brightness of the sun on the iced landscape.
I remember peering through ice daggers and translucent unicorn crystal horns hanging
from the eaves outside the picture window of my Vermont country home which commanded
a view of the valley below. My breath formed a vapor mist on the glass as I strained to look
down to the blurred pine tree reflections imbedded in the black ice driveway. The long drive
coarsed an impassable mirrored arc down to the ice covered dirt road at it's end.
That narrow road dropped rapidly from our drive and snaked into the valley. It was lined
on one side with numerous trees, but on this day they were transformed into a sunny iced
extravagansa of porcelain barked Maple trunks supporting heavily drooped crystaline mazes
of branches and sparkling blown glass twigs.
I remember walking through my breath and the only sound was the crunching of my
boots through the frozen crust surface of the polished platinum field. The two houses in the
valley below were releasing thin straight lines of undisturbed smoke which were calmly
claimed by the azure skies.
I remember stopping to watch with bated breath the spectacle of the sunshine crashing
into thousands of icy tinkling twigs; swirling colors flashing around in an island of tall white
Birch ice sculptures directly in front of me. The streaked paper bark was frozen into razor
feathers and rustic belle petals protruding from glassed tiffany trunks. CRACK!!! The sound
of an overloaded tree giving way under the weight of it's new load of glitter. Then I
remember ...consciously breathing again through the frozen vapor ice collected on my
mustache and beard, thinking a thanksgiving prayer, while I slowly crunched back to my
home with an arm load of firewood.
inspired by Laura McKenzie's
Winter Adornement contest.
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
to far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive of hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which is weeping sap from the leaves.
Feb 2011 Charles Henderson
Tall
Tree
Planted
By stream grows
Tallest so it seems
Sends out roots shallow they grow far
Away sixty feet helps to support the tree in wind
One tree could not stand alone but needs support system of others depends on many more
The sidewalk ends into a ditch
From that ditch there grows a tree
The tree grows to its peak
From the peak of the tree
There is a nest
A bird’s nest
In the nest there are some eggs
Robin eggs
They hatch and out come baby Robbins
Mama bird feeds them worms
They learn to fly
They go to find their own tree to nest
Life cycle
Form:
Tree contest
4/20/11
Roxanna Johnson
"To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature."
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Branches sway
in this warm season of early May.
Hot sands and bare feet
sounds of ocean waves cool the afternoon heat.
Cold drinks and lawn chairs sit underneath my special tree.
This is the happiest I'll ever be.
Lying here with large palms shading my eyes
I watch boats on the emerging tide rise.
This tree provides shade on hot days
it soothes and comforts me in some ways.
It is a beautiful tall palm tree that makes me smile.
Now I think I'll just lie under it for a long while.
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