Larch Poems - Poems about Larch

...First rose blossom of the season Spring most definitely here for a reason Woods now display varied green shades Tree blossoms and tassels fade Inclement weather on a mass fast marc......

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...My long sleep wasn't disturbed by a Mallard, no visions of wars but of absolute serenity... giving this body a vital boost of energy; flowing was the blood, sound was the mind! The green-winged......

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...I was once told a story, of the wee folk of Bensham Bog; they live in carved mushroom houses that are shaped like bullfrogs and they ensure the survival of creatures there. They travel in petrifie......

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...I'm waiting for the stately beech, the giant elm, the maple, each asleep and dreaming of the dawn of gentle spring to rain upon their bony branches, reaching, bare, to catch the warming sunshine......

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...The Orchestra Best heard alone in the silence of blackness pre-dawn. The hall, redolent of memories, lighted by a single bulb- log walls fashioned from old larch; a metal roof above. The......

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...Saint Patrick feared the Ides of March So Jesus filled his robes with starch Saint Patrick said, "I must be dead! This coffin feels like sold larch!"......

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...Autumn As Pictures, Sounds and Fragrance Scenery either seen before, Or only imagined in your mind, Or felt in your heart, Or heard without sound. Sound and sight, Aroma and feel, All ca......

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...Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit Silver swells - ......

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...It’s my cardinal choice to sit in the porch Recalling indelible boyhood memories Playing hide and seek with my best buddies Gazing at the green cover and trees of larch. ......

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...Return Mountains so close they are Neighbors, Holding in the bowl of sky, Keeping at bay the rising sun Until late in the October Of falling leaves And golden larch spires. Holding that s......

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...Mist sweeps the garden Settles like Saharan dust Gold round the lake's edge.......

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...I was driving down a dirt road in New York’s backcountry, upstate, when I came upon a dead-end near a small dairy farm, sedate. The farmer must have though me strange, and inquired if I was lost......

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...Though some beware the Ides of March My mum adds some extra starch My shirt is like steel My trousers won't kneel With the zip as stuck as a larch.......

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...Ode to My Love Jesus Christ-- My love Jesus, you inspire me to write. I love the way you look, I pray humble, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the deep cimbal......

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...I. Espy, distinguish divinely made lively, lovely Trees Unisex Trees, inhales carbon dioxide, then breathes out for us humans, life given clean oxygen Stout roots run deep, holding God's earth ......

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