Best Pecan Tree Poems
The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar pieces
to the uppermost yoke of an old pecan tree
He is Captain on board, in pretend salty breezes
From his perch in the bird's nest, the world's in his view
A small town boy, who has never seen oceans
sails a fantasy vessel, where his wishes come true
The tall cornstalks stand duty, in the weedy-field waters
He breaks off a branch and a sword fight ensues..
He says "Tally Ho...Land Ahoy!!" to his crew
Dogs are barking below. He must shout out a warning
"There are sharks all around, so his shipmates must heed!"
He is Master Commander, the ruler of nations
He dreams of adventure from his loft in the tree
As he watches the clouds sail across a blue sea
Till his mother calls him in, for his suppertime leave
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Well, little boys grow, and a childhood will fade
The leaf of the pecan, no longer holds shade
Now a stump of the tree, is all that is left
Yet the memory still thrives, so deep in his breast
When the weight of the world comes tumbling down
He visits this place with the stump in the ground
The rings wrap around him, to take him aboard
To a ship from his childhood, a place he adored
Tonight he will sleep in a bed of contentment
From his bunk he will dream he is sailing the seas
Tomorrow he'll climb up the steps to his vessel
Tomorrow he'll be where the eagles fly free....
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Falling ever helplessly
Into a burning sea
Of passion and desire
Where Rraine surpasses me
Comforted of saving grace
Unending empathy
Rising to a cloud of peace
Where Rraine inspires me
Now my life’s a billow
A churning fantasy
A blanket and a pillow
Where Rraine amazes me
Longing for a day of Rraine
Under a pecan tree
My thoughts a scorching desert
Where Rraine refreshes me
MORE THAN A SOFT TOY
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Raggedy Ann with her patchwork heart,
more than soft cotton, calico, embroidery, and yarn,
a doll created with Mother's love,
stitched together with gentle hands.
Her gray button eyes understood my childhood world,
her red yarn hair meticulously combed,
her smile eternally stoic,
her face bore the promise of a forever friend.
She walked with me to school,
first day of school jitters, she sat, a steadfast sentinel,
on the corner of my desk,
absorbing my fear, radiating calm.
Hospital smells, a white, sterile fear~
Raggedy's soft body, a warmth against my chest,
before the cold steel, after the raw ache,
her doe-like, button eyes, unwavering.
We shared tiny cups of cocoa ‘neath the pecan tree,
her embroidered face never betraying
the weight of my childhood dreams,
my childhood fears.
My first editor, she listened tirelessly
to the endless stories I told her~
the one’s created from my fertile imagination,
without judgment, without end.
Now, she sits in Mother’s curio cabinet,
still a steadfast, quiet comfort,
her threads and stitches connecting me
to the fertile memory-filled fields of yesterday.
Her button eyes, dark pools reflecting
sepia-toned summers,
reliving ghosts of laughter,
rides on unicorns, and make-believe.
Her worn calico dress, faded and undamaged,
is stained with childhood tears,
a fabric chronicle of scraped knees,
childhood regrets, and silent fears.
She inspires me now,
grounding me in innocence,
showing that imagination
endures into adulthood.
Raggedy Ann, more than a soft toy~
she is the echo of my Mother's love,
a tangible piece of home,
carried in my arms, worn soft with time.
Sara Kendrick (on the Soup) told me a story about a crow.
And from that story, I had her permission to write a poem
from what she observed. For her story, go to my poem,
'Brown Bag Lunch" and read her comment.
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"Caw! Caw!' was the sound of a crow,
as he flew over my head toward a pecan tree.
How does he crack those nuts? I wondered?
as with a full beak, he flew past me.
I watched him by an Atlanta street,
as he waited for a light to turn from green to red.
Then, quickly, he swooped down and placed the nut
where he knew a car's tire would tread.
"Caw! Caw!' was the call of the crow,
as he flew down once more to be fed.
But of course he waited 'till the light turned green,
otherwise, he knew he'd be dead!
The nut-cracker crow, amazed I watched him go,
and pondered how much more a small crow could know?
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Note: Obviously much more! According to the internet,
crows have a brain the size of a human thumb. They
can solve complex problems and are as intelligent as a
7-year old. They are definitely no bird-brains! Someone
once said, "There is nothing more humbling than knowing
that consciousness is not just a human characteristic." On
the internet there are stories about both friendly and mean
crows. The comments are mostly about the mean ones. But
friendly crows who have visited bird feeders often leave gifts
like feathers, shells, and other small trinkets of thanks.
My Darling Mother,
How lovely you were as a new bride
Your green eyes glowed with pride
as you stood with Dad at your side
You shared my love for writing poetry
so as I sit in the shade of your pecan tree,
I write this as though you were next to me
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Seventeen and a city girl who married a farmer
without knowing one thing about being a wife.
I remember you telling me Dad was a charmer
and together you shared a hard but happy life.
I always admired the many things you did for me.
You listened intently when I had reasons to worry.
I know there were moments when we didn't agree,
but things worked out with a happy end to our story.
Your love for Dad and the three children you beared
was the kind of love every child needs so very much.
You made a home for us in which we always shared
your comforting affection; gentleness of your touch.
Mom, I hope you knew how much I looked up to you
and appreciated your help when my babies were born.
You had boundless patience showing me what to do
and never once corrected me in a voice full of scorn.
I'm truly sorry if I ever made you sad or caused your tears.
As a mother I know now what I must have put you through.
I fully understand your anxiety and your unnerving fears,
so with all my heart I thank you, Mom, just for being you.
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April 22nd, 2016 Francine's "Mom" Contest
Expressly of my hopes and dreams, the passion in my heart
These words I now declare to you, a token for my part
I’m saving all my kisses up, just one dream to fill
Soon I will deliver them on Singletary Hill
One day I will marry you under a pecan tree
Linda Loraine I promise you, fate will set us free
All to your very own, please have me if you will
Forever in your loving nest on Singletary Hill
And if I have my way, we’ll never cry again
But loving tears of joy will guide us now and then
You’ll never have to spend, much less beyond your will
One single solitary day on Singletary Hill
fall's angular sun
tops pecan tree''s limbs
crow rides tender branch
iridescent crow
sits near top in pecan tree..
nuts cracked under tires
intelligent bird
has cars and trucks do his work..
training future flock
We stand stately and beautifully along the
front lawn of a gentle lady who loves flowers.
Our biggest dream is that we will grow and be like her.
She's kind and giving, and her life greets you with a smile.
JERRY used to lean against the front roof of her house, and
Miss gentle lady thought to cut him down, but I begged her to
spare my brother, and she consented for now. The other three of
us are growing at an angle across her lawn. TERRY is the oldest
and largest of the four of us, and his arms are beginning to
lean over the road. MISS PARKER didn't like it. So, she decided
to prune or cut back all of us, but especially JERRY and TERRY.
In a few short weeks, we, including LARRY, our youngest brother,
will all be in bloom and shall paint up her lawn and property with
colors of delight to MISS PARKER's delight. CRAPE MERTLES are we,
as happy as can be. There is a young pecan tree growing slowly along
the driveway and a few beautiful rose bushes scattered across the lawn.
Having been here for some time, we love it here in spite of the heavy
and continuous rains, storms, and whispering winds. We would agree
that both cactus and apple blossoms are great to behold, but if I, BARRY,
might say so myself, 'when the grass is ever so green, and the Spring air
is clean as clean can be, 'There's none like us'.
022123PSCtest, In Bloom. Joseph May
This free totin barn shootin lowse
Once hunted for a mean growse
I wanted a bigun for my spowse
I ain't talkin bout no widdle mouse
On a sultri afternoon besides my howse
I went huntin for some tasty jowls
I took some urin from one of my spodded cows
Rubbed it on my tanned raw hide a horny critter to rowse
About ten for noon I did a rabid coon espowse
It came at me with bared teeth and angry growlse
It jumpt down my ass soked pants my honor to jowse
We run up a pecan tree; it was like two squiruls in a nuthowse
I shucked him from my trowsers and flew down that tree strate to
the outhowse
He follered close on my heels scurryin thru the door like a drunkin
bowse
Afearin for my life I pulled down my pants and with my canin that
vermun did dowse
A contry tale to raddle your nurves
"Salad Days"
My days, I find,
Are as full as I choose to make them now.
I may opt to spend the day
Watching the birds at play
In my wobbly old bird bath.
Or pass a smile
Watching the squirrels
Delighting over the treats
I’ve offered them in the ancient pecan tree.
Or trekking out to the back fence
To deliver some welcome indulgence
To the neighboring pups who beckon to me daily.
Some days I spend in indulgence.
Some I spend in chores to earn my keep.
Some I spend bonding in bed with my pups
To keep my heart in good working order.
I am the Queen of my realm.
I am the recipient of a life well earned.
I am one who is ever grateful to God
For the blessings that He has given to me
…..every day
………….for the rest of my life.
Jb pearce
1/6/2022
As the Crow soars across the gray sky
And lands 'pon Pecan Tree
Whose tender green sways with the breeze
And Crow's caw floats with ease
I shiver in my thin nightcoat
Though it is not that cold
Princess shivers with me in her coat
Rooster's crows float bold
Such a gray morn dripping damp
Sunshine's brightness hidden
Like a wick without kerosene
Or kisses forbidden
Just for fun on a gray day!!!
Icing on cake not chocolate
Nor white but mixture_gray
Cool air flows over and around
Stirring air; porch breezeway
Crow lands in top of pecan tree
Upon a fragile limb
Another crow joins him_limb bends
Precarious crow whim
Second crow flies away saves face
First crow flies away soon
I wonder if they had pecan
Tart for breakfast or noon
Clouds and fog like tarnished silver
Float weeping, mourning 'pon
The dry ground saturating it
Restoring what was gone
The Pecan Tree limbs sway dancing
With the very gentle
Breeze, and swirl with rain's soothing touch
How long will it flow "til
The clouds or system in place moves
On or they dissipates
I hope others who are needing
Rain participate
In the joy of a gentle rain
That waters the good earth
Restoring much needed moisture
Then beautiful rainbow birth
Sponsor: Joy Wellington
Contest: Weather Forecast
spring green leaves
'pon the pecan tree....
gold full moon appears