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A
Tree
Named Braford
Shaped like a Christmas Tree
Sets off at least two seasons
One with white and the other with fire
Spring blooms are beautiful and Fall puts on
A great show but when one looks at winter closely
The Bradford's buds does surely show along side these
Are tiny little pears; Food for all the birds, to feed in winter
Snow, Who would have thought that the Bradford woud hold
Hands with old Sweet Gum Joe, as they dance to the win-
Ter breeze and shiver in the cold two friends so different
They are love struck because they are so much the
Same color, Their bright burgundy and gold so
Looking like flaming touches one in yards
The other is the wild, wild woods so
Far apart but in love are they
The birds and bees
Bear their
Love
Tales
Back
And
Forth
Each
Day
There are many birds that gather
In my yard all through the year.
However, there is one I favor.
I wait for her to reappear.
You'll not find her at the feeder,
Like the others on the dole.
I think her mama taught her
Self sufficiency is the goal.
She and her faithful hubby
(Oh how that guy is trained)
Have come back to their love nest,
On my porch where it remained.
She showed him how to mend it
And he worked hard at his task.
Aything at all she wanted,
All she need to do was ask.
Their nest abuts the ceiling,
I bump my head before I see
If the little ones have hatched yet,
But if not they soon will be.
Once here, their mouths will open
And will never close again
Until they're big as their own parents,
But they're never offered grain.
No, it's bugs and bugs and more bugs.
They keep Mom and Daddy hopping.
She tells him they have mouths to feed.
There is no time for stopping.
While he is gathering the food,
She's shoving it into them
And passes him when he returns
From committing insect mayhem.
Now Daddy gets the job of feeding
While Mama's on the hunt.
In this nest of well fed children
You will never find a runt.
She grabs all of the mosquitos
That her little beak can hold.
Her mate is going out for more,
She doesn't have to scold.
You will not find better parents,
Human ones or otherwise,
Than these precious little swallows,
With a love that's supersize.
You would think they would be happy
When these youngsters leave the nest,
But they start another family
Busy swallows never rest.
Any villainous mosquito
Won't have a chance to do me harm
While these persisting swallows
Have a nest on my old farm
By: Joyce Johnson 6/17/03
When there is time...look at the trees.
...listen for the gentle rustling of the leaves.
...notice the green.
...think of the small seed they had once been.
When there is time...look at the birds on the wing.
...watch them as they come north in the Spring.
...catch their fluttering as they awake to the dawn.
...quietly listen to their joyful song.
When there is time...watch for the sun's arisen'.
...be mindful of its glow as it greets the horizon.
...rise to see this glorious sight.
...awaken early to the new day's light.
When there is time...have a drink of water, oh so cool.
...think of how far it had to travel to you from its pool.
...savor its life giving taste.
...drink slowly, making no haste.
When there is time...feel the love that has been given to you.
...tell your family that you love them, too.
Is there enough time...to recognize all of God's handiwork given to us?
Ever the time is now ...to thank Him for all life, so beautiful and precious.
Before the lightning comes
Before the thunder frightens the birds
I am under this oak tree
An adolescent of a plant
The grass is cool beneath my back
Around me sizzles like a steaming rock
I look at clouds
Two of them like you and I embracing
I traced them since afar
I saw them coming impatient to kiss
Looked to see them disintegrate
Or lose themselves in the crowd of other clouds
Clouds do that easily too, you know
But they of resolute character kept trust
Their love elongated like trees
Trimmed to proper proportion by the breeze
And brawny with emotions
They hugged and melt into one.
I thought of you, thinking of us
My thoughts go everywhere to you
Not me, I am this oak
Sending deep roots of faith through sands of history
Oozing liquid chemicals to change
The dark silicon to clay
To rearrange the structure and superstructure of the world
To circulate my oxygen into day
And beg you breathe me
I have muscles for erratic storms
I have love
But circumstance makes me immobile here
Though I want to walk away like clouds
Strike logic with lightning dead in the air
And be at peace with you
Did I tell you, clouds are children of my soul
The water that makes them comes from me
And those two in embrace
Make our spirits into one true love for eternity.
Sugarcane Butterflies
Over the tarred road lies a land we seldom search
of whispering winds through sugarcane hills,
spills of sunlight chilled on butterfly wings
carrying me graciously through the open space
as my heart’s bass beats to the insects sound...
the freedom of the hills is unbound, wild
like the sunflower’s yellow to the sky
trickled water marks over the dry stream bed
out here...
even the dead is still alive.
Sugarcane butterflies of mad colours bristle
through the breeze that whistles around my limbs
as whims of flying invade my soul...
persuade my heart to melt out into the day
and rediscover what it is to play...without dwell
Earth’s love swells and grows my mind,
finds that sparkle that finds my smile
as I am left fertile in the land that surrounds.
Noises of the tarred road are drowned by the depth,
by the breath of the tree leaves that rustle,
the birds that bustle about the deep, green valley,
vitality, out here, is rich like pure honey without dime
just life...
just time existing as it should
could this be magic misunderstood.
Sugarcane butterflies...
you make me love more.
I felt compelled within my spirit
Even though it's icy cold
To go out on the porch for just a minute
To enjoy the works of God
When the door I opened
Beauty and sound did surround
For the sun was rising in the distance
Flashing color all around
The mist was rising in the distance
From the creek down the way
The sky was ablaze in color
From red to pink then gray
The sun a fireball blazing
So close to mother earth
With jet steaks of white cotton
Across the pale blue morning sky
The colors constant changing
As slow as a clam opens its shell
The banks of colors awed me
Filled my spirit until it swelled
The roosters sang in unison
Their love for the miraculous show
The mist just kept on creeping
Till the pines and forest overflowed
Now the mist surrounds me
Chilling me to the bone
But I feel wrapped in God's
Abiding love that comforts and upholds
There goes another jet streaking
Across the morning sky
The exhaust will add one more
Layer to the color of the sky'
To be able to capture in words
Or on a canvas fine
The beauty that I see
In God's loving hand divine
Form:
The crisp cool wind is blowing in my face
Kenny G blowing “forever in love”
In my ears while trying to keep a pace
The blue, cloudless sky looming high above
Me only enhance my recurrent ride
To Sand Island, a very special place
Where all worldly problems are set aside
Awhile and “I” is the objective case
Yes! It’s all about me during this ride:
Pedaling, sightseeing and elation
These of which can not at all be denied
Me. Upon reaching my island mission
I’m Inspired enough to write this sonnet
About a special day I’ll not forget.
The meandering beaten path in front
Of me guides my way through a host of trees.
Some I identify but most I don’t
Have a clue as to their names. Just the breeze
In my face, the earth-colored foliage,
The fauna scampering in front of me,
And birds singing from branches, all upstage
My intruding presence. My mp3
Playing Kenny G songs along the way:
Love songs mostly but it doesn’t matter
I’m in love everyday, more so today.
I love god, wife and nature, all concur
And reciprocate. This is my heaven
In a very special place: Sand Island.
Crackle of frost underfoot
This snow covered wood
Where I met you...........
for the first time
Clouds of breathy air,
Your cloak of deep blue,
you made me stop and stare
For, among the holly,
we both were looking for the same thing
This cold pale sky,
With no hint of spring
Your first look,
Took my breath away
Your shy smile,
melted me
The sun shone.........
On that day.......
Woods of evergreen,
dusted with snow
This walk..........
with you
Inner glow
This walk...........,
With you,
Through snow
My heart,
Wanting you so
Your hand,
Warmed by mine
Your shy glance
How those blue eyes...
did dance!
This love did flow,
On this walk,
on fresh fallen snow
So white and clear,
Surrounded by trees of green
Woods of evergreen,
Fresh fallen snow
Where our love can be seen
footprints.......
side by side,
long ago
Where I first met you,
on that winters day,
among the holly and snow
You had far to go,
now together
Our way
seems so short so
Oh tree,
would I linger under thee.
To bask within your shade,
would leave me feeling free,
to sit, caressing leaves.
Oh tree,
how good it feels to breathe,
where water drips from top my sleeve,
I take my next reprieve.
To feel your bark beneath my touch,
tis more then I believe,
tis more then what my senses gifted me.
Oh tree,
what countless ages have you stood upon the green,
basking in the sunshine air, impervious to breeze.
What knowledge lurches through your roots,
and what you must've seen,
I wonder what your wisdom thinks of me.
Oh tree,
without you, where are we?
Would air still flow for us to breathe?
Would fruit still bear for us to eat?
I contemplate these questions three,
and pray to find no answers bleak.
Oh tree,
there be no entity personifying peace, but thee.
Sincerest gratitude and love there be,
for those dwelling 'pon the green,
who take all life upon their bosom and ween,
with love so keen.
Oh tree,
why are they killing thee?
Form:
Born of winter's snow and gentle spring rain
Remembering Willow Pond, where our dreams begin
Where wild geese swim, then fly away again
Beneath shaded coves, where other lovers have been
The fragrant smell of earth, green moss and peat
Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean
A crumbling bank, where cattails wash their feet
Our blanket spread upon the meadow green
Our campfire glows, playing flirting games
Ashes drift like feathers, smoke curls into the air
Burning embers, teasing flickering flames
And love smolders warm, a kiss in the evening fair
Trees sway and swoon along the bank
Leaves flutter in gentle evening wind
With each breath of warm summer breeze
It brushes my cheek, as daylight ends
Willow pond, the place where love came alive
We loved....under the stars of the twilight skies
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Water/Earth/Fire/Wind For Barbara's contest