Cottonwoods Poems - Poems about Cottonwoods

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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,......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...In Fairfax, Alabama, all the trees have empty nests Autumn leaves are falling with the rain Tenderly you pick one up and put it in your book Sunday morning take it out again Cottonwoods are pac......Read the rest...

...Native, neat noble Nebraska Cottonwood tattered, talented Trees Tall, so tall those sturdy Trees Nostalgic, gnarly Nebraska Cottonwood teary, Those terrific Trees Our talented truthf......Read the rest...

...The Gathering Brought together. Late summer along the North Platte At the wandering river bed flanked by cottonwoods. They have been drawn, emptying out their small town for the celebration to ......Read the rest...

...Renegade trees are popping up all over my yard. Reminding me that I am the interloper; it is their turf. This is a forest, wild and well-guarded by giant oaks and cottonwoods. Soldiers who will be......Read the rest...

... White Sand and Temporary Oblivion For an aching moment I faced dazzling Gypsum and glass as splinters Of sunlight pierced the air Bouncing bright off the landscape at Alamogordo ---fat......Read the rest...