Forester Poems - Poems about Forester

... "My Life as Poetry" When the Lotus Eaters at Loon Junction barked I ignored their confused chicanery closed the gates behind me I dropped on......Read the rest...

...a cog in the wheel and a log on the fire of dreams I hallucinate unless the days are visions of sleepless delusions of truth its real and surreal when nights close in I used to be a kni......Read the rest...

...At age twenty I had made it to Earls Court. The rented room was seedily solid having been for decades filled with wine and cheap sunlight. Until then I had not read a thing apart from: ‘The Sh......Read the rest...

...Come to my side and hold my hand As we stroll through this maze called life. I the teacher and you the student can travel side by side. I see the whole forest And you one tree at a time. Come......Read the rest...

......The heathen knew not of his approach until his men exploded out of the hills. The foe tried to give fight, but siege-lines broke as Prince Larren pilled up the kills, they were not a true matc......Read the rest...

...In 1917 the British and Commonwealth forces attacked In the Ypres Salient in the corner of Belgium they hacked Through the Third Battle of Ypres that had been raging away With the battlefield turn......Read the rest...

...In Cities in Flight transformations are chronicled over generations. It can make us cry out for the genius occurring now and in our past. How the unseen, unknown participant was made k......Read the rest...

......................................... He died never having believed, That sweetheart could betray, And that sense of the maelstrom of the beast Could she prevail... She sated soared, It sang......Read the rest...

..."The female trees tend to make a little more mess in terms of seed production and fruit production, so they would move to male trees, because they aren’t making a mess" said Bill Roesel, a munici......Read the rest...

...My Environment is my only homely home That I know. Plants and animals alike love this lovely home. I love to sit and marvel at the beauties of our beautiful E nvironment, To see rivers flow freely in......Read the rest...

...This dry winter evening, has nothing yet something, the clouds all dead, the birds all fled, the leaves all fell, the fruits sent for sell, this dry winter evening, has nothing yet something! ......Read the rest...

...eap-TREES The forester protects trees: in the onslaughts of disease and the threatening dangers that he sees by the sweet of his knees in the freeze or in the breeze © Dane Ann S......Read the rest...