Chinaberry Poems - Poems about Chinaberry

...Berry, berry Quite contrary How do you grow? Berry, berry Quite contrary Many would like to know Down in Georgia, way down Two trees stood on the ground One weighed down with sticks, ......Read the rest...

...In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs......Read the rest...

...Winter Coolers The air of Delhi, Giving the pure air bely, One-time visit to our Suraj valley, Where even stone mosses give pure air. Where the discussion on the Chinaberry, Giving Great Gree......Read the rest...

...Even the most familiar surroundings were unrecognized A most fathomless affair; the search for yesterday The Old Library and playground were also gone The Chinaberry tree, a landmark, was gone ......Read the rest...

...My best guess is that I must have been 6 or 7. Back then, long before boys like me turned into men, I had a friend named Jack. Anyway, I was just a little boy when I first met him. He was tru......Read the rest...

...If I gave it time, I suppose hundreds of things would come to mine. Like the old two-story mansion where my father's friend made moonshine. Like the feel of blue, an escape route, that turned many ......Read the rest...

...There is much to be said about weaponry in my childhood. About our weapons made for play and not for conflict. But may just one lifetime-moment suffice for now. A moment in the manufacturing of Bo......Read the rest...

...In my Heavenly Father's house, there are many mansions, and I look forward to spending an eternity there with him. But my earthly father's house wa......Read the rest...

...Perhaps you too know of an animal species that is extinct, of a people, a place, or a thing that is no more. Perhaps you have heard of a place......Read the rest...

...` In the absence of complication, trials and tribulations become distant memories. Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes - inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind. While a t......Read the rest...

...The true magic of the evening A soft breeze rustles through pine needles swishing amidst fireflies at play on a warm enchanting April night I am a bit skeptical as you take my h......Read the rest...

...Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill Having drank from the sun at meridian, The moon drunk with the light Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump Of n......Read the rest...

...Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill Having drank from the sun at meridian, The moon drunk with the light Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump Of n......Read the rest...

...Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Way Down South            Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: June/2014 Growing up way  down south  in Florida - was like a  fiesta - We would go to the b......Read the rest...

...I recall a dirty sidewalk running in front of grandma's house with bumps and cracks from the roots of ancient white oaks Meandering down to the levee with cane poles and sack lunches crickets......Read the rest...