Panting, with a run-down look
And a pleader's, for
Your man's sympathy
Approach, as when blow, hotly
Days, frail doe, a tree.
Pleasantness! As what relieves
Through coos so o'ertook
Leaves one such sleep-bound
Of safekeeping, for shade thereround
Hugged, suggestive, round.
Canadian bird
the chestnut-sided warbler
on lovely blooming.
Here stands a splendid chestnut tree.
But in its trunk there grows decay.
It’s no longer upright we see.
Each week it leans one more degree.
It will come crashing down one day.
Here stands a splendid chestnut tree.
It’s a danger we all agree.
When windy it will creak and sway.
It’s no longer upright we see.
From back in eighteen forty three
It has put on a grand display.
Here stands a splendid chestnut tree.
The chainsaw men hired for a fee
Now quickly start to hack away.
It’s no longer upright we see.
Now empty space it has left free.
Much sadness we all feel today.
Here stood a splendid chestnut tree.
It’s no longer upright we see.
Chestnut colored eyes
That pierce through my lies, and seem
Thousands of years old
You can tell
They ring your bell
As you holiday shop
Going from block to block
Itthe smoke
You almost joke
As they bust
It's
CHRISTMAS
CHESTNUT
And here I am under your majestic embrace
Giving into what your nature shares
Wondering why you need those spiky pods
Is it to protect what you treasure most?
When autumn comes you then let it go.
I too have my spiky pods
Holding on, not wanting to let go.
Keeping safe my inner soul.
As the leaves changes I hold my breath
And realise that I am autumn past.
My neighbour out searching for conkers
Is blessed with incredible honkers
But when she bends down
All the housewives frown
Where to look drives their husband bonkers!
Into the mellow I fall gently gliding into green pastures
owling eyes watching behind birch, the sound of breaking pine
wild horses flying past the wind, a country of blushing skies
The quiet day arrives and feeds their mane some golden air
as the pillow soft burnish leaves crisp at my feet
turn me into a human landscape, by the gurgling lake
Into the mellow I go to dream my dreams by Autumns rake
hELLO wINTER, you debonnaire millionaire of white
cross not my path early , do not support November push
the pumpkins in the batch have barely had a chance
so wait, ...
hELLO eND, let me kiss your leaves of multi colored shades
before the tree comes shivering down the
winter lane...
All the white horses are running away towards the cave
where silence talks to them in riddles of breeze and haze
promise me lovely pre-winter teen, that tomorrow
you will awaken my bells to springtime come what may
I'll be just like the chestnut horses leaving the barn to revisit,
running through your golden fields once and thrice again.
What became of the old chestnut tree?
That stood tall for all to see
I cannot find them now, did they die?
All this time I’ve wondered why.
Limbs would arch and touch one another
Chestnuts would drop hard and I’d run for cover,
All over the ground they would lie
Reminds me of the walnut trees that stood by.
Piling up the leaves in one big heap
just to take a jump and a leap,
horse chestnuts had a light brown luster
strung along the branches in small clusters.
I treasure the past with many memories
Fun and frolic under those big great trees,
having a picnic under the enormous shade
that was my playground, where I once played.
the moon hangs high
in the spacious sky
your chestnut hair
looks lovely laced with silver.
its not over yet
so go get
the thing that bust
knock out the rust
not a joke theses thing smoke
hires from that hot fires
its the reason
its
CHESTNUT SEASON
as wind blow
tho it may snow
you go
as it go high
the smoke
it fly
its holiday smell
the the stuff the bust
its
THE COLD
AND CHESTNUT
you can tell
they sing ring bell
there smoke
makes you choke
as it goes high
flows to the sky
its holiday shell the bust
part of
CHRISTMAS AND CHESTNUTS
the the time year
getting near
its that smell
you can tell
it rings your bell
as smoke go higher
sitting at home faces to faces
with things that bust
CHESNUTS AND
FIRE PLACE
its comming in
i feel the wind
its beginning to blow
its the smell
comming from a shell
things that bust
its
theyer one of akind
WINTER TIME
AND CHESTNUT
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