Best Rowan Poems

There stands the rowan tree
Older than mother bird a-nesting in her boughs
Tall she stands, to catch the breeze
That whispers through her locks o’ green
That be crowned by many a berry
Then as she shivers at the gust
Little berries go plunk upon her toes
Covering the floor at...

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Wandering Willow

Roam into my heart to stay

Wisdom comes from thee

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Flowering Rowan

Pentagram in your berries

From thy rose, you come...

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Rowan of my heart

With red berries adorning

Your luscious green leaves

I raise my glass filled with wine

To taste your nectar, divine


30~June~2017

For Kim's contest...

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The rowan tree sees a light turn from white into grey colours turn 
to shades of dust and claws of branches blacken against the sky.
Rowan made from feathers, made from blood keeping me safe.

The rowan tree sees a ghost with heat floating about a sodden...

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To My Grandson Rowan, Nine Years Old

            by Edmund Siejka

We walk side by side 
Not saying much 
You are tall for your age
But when you speak 
I still lean to my right 
To listen...

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 "You must never say never." 

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Tough-wood and feather
half in flight;
bent as a dark fork.

The late of the year
spots her with blood berries
crouching against the wind.

The blasted daughter  of high North,
a tryst with the harsh sleet,
dark as the night`s splinter....

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Head twitching, 
black eye gleaming, reflecting moonlight,
He dreams of hoarding that great shiny orb. 
Tucking it in with his precious treasures
 inside the Rowan tree to feast his eyes upon... his alone. 
Perhaps he will take a small bite
 so his charcoal feathers shoot out...

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She neither valued or appreciated his
love for her. She saw it as a means and opportunity.
Keeping a lot of men at her disposal were she was neither loyal to one or the other
: but centered her concern to herself and finding those who thought like...

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