Cottonwoods Poems - Poems about Cottonwoods

...Out where the cottonwoods lean on the breeze, and rivers carve songs through the sage, a lone rider hums to the hush of the trees, an echo of some other age. His boots wear the dust of a thousa......

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...Caren sat inside her treehouse Sequestered sixteen feet in the air Camouflaged by two sparkly leaved cottonwoods The Della Bettas were arguing loudly In Italian They live up the block on the c......

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...between cow or goat I would choose goat loving my horns using them to toss away my enemies between tree or rock I would have a problem I love them both especially cottonwoods and mica bet......

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...shimmery shining opulence in nature a cottonwoods leaves......

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...I paced placidly along picturesque pathways, Around the vast verdant valley that led nowhere. Oh Debbie, my Debbie, disappeared in thin air! I'll search and I'll search and mutter a prayer, I tex......

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...Sit and watch the sunrise on a morning oh, so clear; Listen to the whispers riding on those breezes near. Look for the sailing ships cruising high upon the sea, Then silently giv......

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...House Wrens in the Cottonwoods trill Sonorous requiems ringing out as poetry In sullen streams of languid silence- A eulogy of bereft love Wistful woeful clouds scuddle Across the somnolent h......

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...I always wanted to be a real cowboy. A Buck-a-rue with scars on my cheeks and worn boots, I wanted my spurs to jingle and my saddle to creak and deep lines and sun burned skin decorating my face,......

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...Son, each day I will ride Through waving cottonwoods Near the broad river bend Where the wild blue flax grows. It is a special place That your grandfather knew Where he pledged all his love ......

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...Brandon is a curious child His mother observed him and smiled with pride and doting affection as he gazed at his reflection. From the first moment he would wake he'd ask, "Can we go to the lak......

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...A horse and mule move through the heat and sun Along the dry desert sands below the deep blue sky Waiting and watching nearby on some cacti trees Sit red-tailed hawks smaller birds and a elf owl ......

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...Marigolds with your ruffled edges and your prissy girly ways, You uplift me on my most almost horrific downward days. Lilacs fragrances wafting about in every one of my Mays, You make me proud wit......

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...He loved the stories his Grandpa would tell when he’d visit him on the reservation…his favorite story…the one he’d always ask for…was about the stars…and their creation. “The stars form secretly i......

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...Soft white tufts jump from tree tops to float down Dancing and swirling on the warm breezes They kiss the water’s edge and sail away Now only memories of them remain created 1/1/2008......

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...AntiPoem 19 “Apache” (Poet’s Instruction: Softly play “Apache” by Jorgen Ingmann, 1961, while reading) Olathe and Yamka Cochise and Mescalero Varlebena - forever Ya’ateh – Hello to Thes......

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