Best Old Growth Poems

The residents will soon be moving.
There is lots of miscellaneous and
still useable items.
Some old growth redwoods 
and fishable seas, some 
breathable air
and unpolluted shores,
bargains galore...

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Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
her hair twinkles with mica and
her soul,...

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A beautiful landscape all clustered with trees
Among the bright flowers the buzzing of bees
A babbling brook and warm summer breeze
The frolic of beavers on the...

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The wind wailed, and I could hear the trees cry
as I approached the scar of a clear cut.
No birds could be seen on the ground...

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I plant an image
and it comes up a poem
red, yellow and green.
It has leaves and limbs
and phrases never heard.
I walk around it and touch
it on...

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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty...

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deep forest hush
sun beam on moss covered log
spotted owl calls




The spotted owl lives in old growth 
forest, and is endangered because of
loss of habitat....

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An evening stroll, on Midsummer Night's Eve ,
under the silver light of the horizon moon.

Life that burst among a small acreage,
of old-growth forests, flourished.

A delightful...

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Winding past sand dunes
like shapes of a cratered moon,
the river moves and ibis stand
on stick thin legs in the grand
flow of the Nile.

Mississippi muds ooze...

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Pea soup fog hung over the Napa Valley hills,
kissing April grape vines, row upon steep row,
with the lightest touch of dampness, soon
to dry in the...

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As I enter the old-growth forest,
silent shadows hush whispering leaves.
And quiet descends like a curtain,
suppressing sound within its tight weaves. 

A transformation slowly takes place,
from...

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The Roosevelt Elk
The Roosevelt Elk 

A beautiful,  majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride  that stands as tall as a...

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ah 
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In the canopy the spotted owl waits
Uneasy, but not knowing just why
His life's habitat shrinking each day
Stating his worry with a hooting cry

Living his life...

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Early summer flowering deciduous shrubs, 
And I among them came and went with
Philadelphus virginalis,
Their brightening solar ships.

Its natural tendency is to grow vase-shaped,
Clipping encourages the...

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