Reedth speaketh me listen
to this creaking squeaking tree
it make a bassoon proud
to speak out loud in detail
the things I see.
Speaketh me as wonderer
here in the edgy field
the moans and groans of
a tree so large
could frighten a person
to chills
fright not weary one
as I know the happenings here
the fibers within
bend with the wind
this trees end could be near
dense the wood
strong fibers too
might I brag that
it's a Black Ironwood tree
most dense of all the tree's
it was a present from
a host, a hoist that
gifted me.
It shall be felled
harvested
and made into tables and chairs
you look at me with
disappointment
do you wish the wind to prevail
oh i understand
you wish it to be fashioned
from this tree
a bassoon for those envy us
crafted for the world to see.
It expense will make
all who want
stop with a look upon there face
envy of unobtainable things
Envy and Grace
profound lyrical themes used
to explore the balance tween
artistic ambition, comparison,
Passion and redemption
Once a lost and lonely soul
Too torchered to ever see
That a man could come in my life and know
All the beauty that hid in me
You showed me ways to live and love
A life I never thought could be
You taught me things that no one could
You set my fragile soul forever free
Before you I did suffer long
Experiencing life truly masochistically
For I cannot blame my troubled soul
On anyone else but me
I praise the day that God brought you
I was out walking randomly
And on your Harley you flew by
Yet still you noticed me
Since that day our life began
It was an act of serendipity
On that day I was gifted love
And thank God eternally
For a love that grows hard and strong
As Strong as an ironwood tree
And this is also why I thank God
for turning you to me
I know within my heart of hearts
That you are my destiny
Because all it took was just one man
Who's belief changed all of me
And again, this is why I thank God
For turning I to we.
The best fire wood to be found
If dried it cannot be split
Extremely dense and heavy
And as hard as nails
Leathery evergreen leaves
Red bark peeling from the trunk
Whitish flowers, red berries
Growing from a cliff
It’s known as the Ironwood tree
But that’s not its actual name
A Pacific Coast native
The Madrona tree
Trees Everywhere Contest
Entry by Charles Sides
crows seem to be the first to find it
sometimes it bubbles up
from under a rock
or out of the side of a hill
the crows know where it is
they feel it when it come to the surface
she was sick she had been sick
for a year maybe more
she would set in a wheelchair looking
out the window watching the birds
while she waited for her next treatment
in the ironwood tree sat three crows
they called to me as I walked to the door
I had silk roses for her
she could not stand the sweet sent
of the real ones anymore
the crows flew away as
grandfather set in the lobby
in a salt-back chair
his wet face in his hands
Not to far
From our backyard
Grows a large
Ironwood Tree.
Its trunk is carved
With a heart
That holds the love
You promised me.
Every day
I pass that way
Too enjoy the shade
of our Ironwood tree.
To place my hand
Over that scar
To feel the love
You have given me.
When I'm gone
On my stone
Engrave for me
An Ironwood tree.
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