Long Beech tree Poems

Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman
the original wild flower!
I go where I want to go
I grow where I want to grow —
don't matter if   y o u   say no

dandelion wine...

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The ole beech tree
has so many memories and
so much history

They say you can figure the age of 
a tree by the circles around
But on this ole beech there are 
far too many circles for me...

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The chopping board gets cut upon every night and day
        It doesn't moan or say whose wrong or right it's
        Just...

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Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the springtime; I wear my dress of emerald green

Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can...

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Where has the young boy gone,
Oh, where has the young boy gone?

The one who played
So quietly with his toys,
But who was capable of making
Such a terrible noise,
The one who climbed 
The old gnarled beech tree,
And...

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I know a forest where the trees grow old,
and standing quiet I hear their sad sighs;
weather is changing it is getting cold,
soon my green leaves will die one Oak tree cries.

The Beech tree a...

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Woman Waiting For The Dublin Bus

waiting for the Dublin bus
lonely traveller on the 
village bench
with alabaster legs in lazy form
and she, occasionally furious 
before brushing 
invisible nuisance 
from soft aching knees

the traveller will look down...

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A breeze brushes the grass and the baby's breath  sway in unison 
Bees flutter between flower heads  and butterflies flex their wings against the burgeoning breeze
the wind wafts and loosens leaves  from...

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To tennis
What a cracking sport
To play, to lose all worldly cares.

Returning
To the tennis court –
That small rectangle, out of time;

Win or lose
It doesn’t matter,
I’ll keep my focus on the game,

Satisfy
My ruthless nature
With tuneful thwack of...

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