Loblolly Poems - Poems about Loblolly

...Sometimes, in the mornings, The morning crows don’t sing— Perched and preaching by a loblolly. Breathe in this metanoia, We all live for it. And if the morning crows never reverenced, Sitting......

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...Waning sunlight casts shadows across bare branched trees whose leaves silently tumble, carpeting the ground Autumn murmurs with gentle taps on my window I breathe a sigh in consensual re......

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...I'm glad to be a tree, but never a maple would I be for in the months of Fall, my russet leaves would plea for help when northerly winds blow them all away I couldn't save them as they sway, c......

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...Christmas is the season to be jolly The holiday brings merriment and joys With ho ho ho's and halls decked with holly There's mistletoe and pine of loblolly Santa has many elves tha......

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...The lavender clouds, lowered, like a fluffy blanket on top the eaglets’ ledge. Its loblolly pine lingers on the palate of the tongue ......

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...a vulgar morning unveiling the naked fragrance of sun-burnt dog turds. It came to me, played tunes on the cords in my nostrils until my left eye caught them hiding ......

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...It ain't the pork, it ain't the beans It ain't the mustard on saltines It ain't the redneck social scenes I love about the south It ain't the ice cold sweet southern tea It ain't the way tha......

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...As I stand atop the crest of the hill, its bosom round and full, I gaze upon the lazy valley sprawling before me. In the distance at the base of the misty, blue mountains the Loblolly pines play t......

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...As I traverse the rocks in Loblolly Cove Searching for solid footing Amongst jagged teeth and seaweed slopes As the shadows of Herrings call out warning Circling high above in the slipstream Th......

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...There's inspiration in a leaf, the sun the sky, a newborn baby's hungry cry, the politics of men, the art of zen; it's in his eyes, the robin tugging worms that brings us spring, an empty bac......

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