Chestnut Tree Poems - Poems about Chestnut Tree

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...

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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...

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There he stood with his painted face; All focused on the bright colours that he wore. No one saw his eyes (they were out of place), Why should they? That's not what they had paid to see. It was his jolliness that they chose to embrace. His eyes, though, he could not over paint. He could only shade around them in...

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There's a jolly little cafe where a chestnut tree once grew, They serve hot bubbling tea and buttered toast, Where the waiter wears a waistcoat which is buttoned up askew And the waitress glides along much like a ghost. The chestnut in the glade has now fallen to the blade Many...

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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...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy. Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which clung to an old cap. For years he had tilled the soil planting crops, in fields by river's edge, In the shadow of an old chestnut tree. Nearby a small house,...where she...

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Skeletal remains naked to the elements iced by winter's breath The yawning giant awakened by spring's nudging unfurl sticky buds The bustling leaves an emerald factory absorbing sunlight Golden crispy leaves flutter and carpet the earth skeletal remains...

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One particular chestnut tree To me Is not only full of beauty It is full of majesty When I was a child Like every child little wild The chestnut tree Was already tall enough second floor window to see From not even very top of the tree And it was already full of beauty This makes me think Before the tree stood tall like a...

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Proud stands the solitary chestnut to embrace each coming year memories cowed deep in the bark memories of yesteryear Few share the old trees secrets so few can pass that way but every step that treads her path leaves dreams of Shropshire days...

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If I was given one wish free by a fairy from beyond our times, I’d tell her that I wish to be an agèd, stately chestnut tree rooted deep in solid ground, my sturdy trunk not being bowed to some ill-humored gust, my branches growing high and wide so gifted with all seasons’ pride, such as Spring’s blossoms, Summer’s shady velvet-green, and getting cooler in the...

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