Long Spruces Poems

I know you're not here

but you are in my heart 

so 

you are always with me

i'll just slip into you

with these words.
 
I know 
there are mountains
dwarf the cities below 
peaks that stride above the...

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It was a freezing night in Alaska, the temperature had 
dropped to well below zero, fifteen below with a driving 
wind that shrieked and laughed as it sped viciously past
causing lashing snow flakes to fall...

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I was an ambitious fine watchmaker, looking forward to sunshine tomorrows,
Like the remote edge of a fuchsia horizon, where gather racy, blue swallows.

I worked on clocks of all styles and sizes, repairing both old and...

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~ Yes, I'll set here with Him and with you, but only for a moment... " 
Yes talk some alone with you and Jesus! " Of my many dreams.For my new, and expanding family, 
and for...

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Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a while 
and ponder I will, yep, set here and talk some alone with God 
of the many a sorted thing, and...

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In the rugged mountain passes
Of the western Carolinas,
Just west of Hendersonville and east of Kentucky, USA,
In the land of the foothills and steep valleys down,
Exists a remote land forgotten in time.

Steeped in country legends, handed...

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This youth, with its curiosity to follow dreams,
always finds us among the tallest sunflowers
that hide us from the bewildered faces
of the common people who surely envy us
for being here between sunset and darkness,
carefully drawing images...

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It was nothing but a tiny Blue Spruce,
                 lil’ Blue never grew to be tall enough for Eve-
Each branch...

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Back in nineteen hundred and three
I working with a logging crew,
cutting and limbing mighty trees,
be they hemlock, pine, or spruce.

We worked for the Nowell Paper firm,
in the shades of the Adirondacks,
spent all winter in Camp...

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We are the high altitude sentinels.
Our small groves freckle the high plains.
We keep to ourselves, mostly
upon the snow burdened peaks
where our ashen trunks blend
and our barren branches cling
to icy white glitter.

As the breath of winter...

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The spruce tree in the living-room was tall and beautiful,
Christmas with our relatives is celebrated and revered.

Reminders of a Christmas wedding to my husband Walter and the birth  my
honorable sons Kirk and Erik,
Now Kirk...

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No snow has fallen yet,
daises still soak up sunlight,
no wind makes them shiver;
grannies gather outside and chat,
many have silver-gray hair.

Little sparrow afraid of winter
trembling and imagining snowflakes
and that Northern wind with furious gusts,
it's December and...

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Our parent's house is beautiful, simply because we lived there.
The house had five bedrooms and a spacious living-room.

The living-room had an autumn patterned sofa and comfortable chairs,
A beautiful table and a hand carved chest that...

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Snow-clad slope, small clearing in the spruces,
green needles, grizzled white, frame this cabin
on a pitch skiers would salivate for,
the view reminiscent of Bierstadt.

Five mile walk to where I parked my truck,
take the snowmobile down but...

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The beautiful conservation walk by the lake,
What a beautiful place, the ducks swimming on the pond.

The pathway is long and winding, there are bushes and wildflowers,
Water lilies unfold like stars on the lily pad.

The tall...

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The turbid clouds hover mountains
of fluttering maples,spruces and pines
while I am crossing those bridges of wonder,
adjoined by sturdy steel cables
that even an impetuous wind couldn't oscillate;
man's ingenuity outwitting Mother Nature...
a tuneful voice rising from a...

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The beautiful cottage stood, powerful and strong,
Tall majestic trees enhanced the beautiful scenery.

There were blue spruces exquisite with elegant brush like branches,
Pines that reached out towards nature, branches sharp to touch.

The ground was rugged with...

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On seeing the painting of Edvard Munch
Of the woodland stretching endless
One would feel, one has entered a sanctuary,
Where stillness prevails and coolness overpowers
There is no sound except the sound of rustling leaves.
Tall trees touching Heaven’s...

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There're frost and sun, the day is fairy,
You're sleeping yet, sweetheart, you're merry,
It's time, wake up, my pretty lass,
Open your eyes that are so tender
towards Aurora and her splendour 
Rise like the Northern star to...

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One evening, much like any other
striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose
colored the clouds with facets of light, tapering inward
Traces of gold between each color, as deep and clear as the sages

The red sun overhead,...

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The beautiful house through the seasons,
Where we all lived with our parents.

Spring the snowdrops and crocuses would appear,
You would see them peaking through the snow.

The sidewalk would be shoveled,
That you could walk safely.

Spring the buds...

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I'm struggling to wake up,
rubbing my sensitive eyelids,
I may need more sleep;
awesome is the resplendent
morning dispersing its light,
I perceive it as a sumptuous woman
wearing a green dress as Nature does!

The first thing I do is...

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There are many days until winter,
Snow falls gently on the houses and trees.

The houses look like they are made of gingerbread,
The snow sweeps across the rooftops.

Branches of the spruces and pines touched with fresh snow,...

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The day awakes with the beautiful sunrise,
Refreshed with the early rain.

Sun kissed and bright,
Blessed with good weather.

The sleeping beauty awakes,
A beautiful day for walking and socializing.

Summer blossoms on the trees,
Reaching out to the sky.

Rain appears...

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If hadn't been for the chill
which made me peak outside,
I could have missed out on the thrill
of seeing a landscape covered in white.


Far beyond the virgin, silent forest
of firs, oaks, spruces and maples...
grotesque pine trees...

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