Long Naturetree Poems
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On days of early sunrise many colors greet my eyes
Girls in their pastel Easter dresses is one my eye spies
When looking at all the colors presented by Crayola
As I repose on day off in my pergola
Down where wild things play and I would want to stay all day
Where I could reach.. touch the sky-blue sky from this place of play
Across the way where Mulberry Tree gives its fruit to me
Then I can make that Mulberry jam that will draw many bees
Mulberry such picture pretty color to spread on toast
Great color Mulberry for jam on toast this I will boast
Over by the Mulberry Tree where the Brown Turkey grows
Just below the running rose on the trellis of Misty Rose
Nature offered Crayola colors that we favored
Even Razzle Dazzle Rose sunsets that day's end flavored
(This was inspired by Linda-Marie Brianna contest about Crayola Crayon.)
(The Tree form)
My
Nice tree
Beautified
Decorated house
It was a nice tree
It gaves us lots of shade
Not big but in eyes perfect
It's red blossoms I did treasure
M
Y
Nice tree
Tree
Loved it
Was good tree
Truly got hurt
Protected many years
Then I have to let go
Sorry can save it no anymore
I'm so heartbroken now it's gone
T
R
E
E
Love it
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
September 20,2001
Author's Note:
"The Tree" poetry form, is a
new poetry style created by
Dorian Petersen Potter,today,
September 20,2009.
Authors Note: "The Tree" poetry form, is a new poetry
form created by Dorian Petersen Potter,today,
September 20,2009.
The Tree is a poetry form created by Dorian Peterson Potter on September 20th, 2009.
This form is done as follows: 8 lines beginning with one syllable and ending in 8 syllables
then this is followed by the first word that begins each staza. This word is written vertically
by letter then followed by the next one or two words that would appear on line two.It looks
better when it is centered, because then you can see displayed the true beauty of the tree
shape. Subject is optional and there's no rhyme.There is no stanza limit , you can write one
or numerious.
A lone cottonwood tree stands on the rolling Colorado plain.
A rippling stream flows nearby, its existence to sustain.
Its lofty branches reach for the pristine Colorado sky.
Tho' badly scarred, the ravages of time it continues to defy.
I tarry 'neath its welcoming shade to muse about its past.
For a century or more it has witnessed the passage of time so vast.
Why did this sturdy sentry survive when others fell away,
Yet, shedding a blizzard of cottony snow each ensuing May?
I wonder if it was a landmark beacon for hardy pioneers,
As they traveled e'er westward seeking new frontiers.
Perhaps a patrol of cavalry paused 'neath its welcome shadow,
To take respite from their weary trek across the sere plateau.
Scars remain where buffalo scratched their hides upon its bole.
I suspect that it was a sanctuary for graceful antelope on patrol.
I could imagine a majestic eagle perched atop its aerie,
Reposing from its search for prey across the endless prairie.
Rustling leaves startled me from my nostalgic reverie.
Were phantoms of the past gathering about this very special tree?
I felt as tho' God considered this solitary tree renowned.
I respectfully withdrew, sensing I'd intruded upon sacred ground!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
When I glanced out my window on this bleak December morn,
My eyes were drawn to the Ponderosa Pine standing so forlorn.
Gradually, as if decorated by God's own Artistic Hand,
'Twas soon bedecked with colorful ornaments so very grand!
Its boughs were adorned by garlands of snow in jeweled display.
Crystal icicles glistened as no mere artist could e'er portray.
Clusters of golden cones festooned the tree here and there.
I watched in wonder as it began to assume a festive air!
What was just moments ago a tree, brooding and austere,
Was soon alive with critters that chose to winter here.
Cheerful robins added a spritz of color with their scarlet breasts.
Haughty blue jays flitted about flaunting their bluish crests!
A couple of squirrels sprawled upon a branch lazily a-snooze.
Cardinals and bluebirds roosted there adding their delightful hues.
Flitting finches and chickadees graced the tree without cease.
At the very top perched a dove - that beautiful symbol of peace!
What a wonderful transformation I witnessed in that stalwart tree!
I'd like to think that the Creator decorated it just for me!
As I gazed upon the scene, my soul was filled with jubilation,
Marveling at the miracle of Christmas and God's wondrous Creation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
It's the place where we sit
And play a game of cards.
The biggest stump ever,
In any of our yards.
Once it was a chestnut tree
With branches ever so high.
They reached across the yard
And way up to the sky.
It was where a tiny crow lived,
"Elvis", the children named him.
He fell out of the tree as a babe
But was safely put back on his limb.
City officials hated the tree.
Their wires ran through it's branches
And with their power and telephone
They wanted to take no chances.
So the tree came down one day
And was chopped for firewood.
It heated the house the whole winter
Just like a good tree should.
All that's left is the stump now,
It's about four feet across,
So we can sit here and play cards
But it's still our yards biggest loss.
for Matt Caliri's "I fell in Love With a Tree Stump Contest"