Grandfather Nature Poems

Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown,
Frills and strawberries,
Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, 
As my eyes hysteric with confusion 
muse on this loss....

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neglected fruit trees 
moss covers old water trough 
ivy climbs through fence



*My grandfather was always outside cleaning the brush away and now that he's passed...

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In sacred gardens,
your heirloom roses ascend,
the chipped-paint trellis—
in yesterday’s reflections,
where petals fell long ago...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I like the smell of rain 
That permeates my nose 
a little time before  miraculously fat drops 
start falling on my head .
They bring...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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I was walking down the neighbourhood,
reminiscing how it all
used to be where we made believe
that we were nymphs in a wood,
except the once moist earth...

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saguaros 
guardians of the sonora
a battalion wafting 
in one hundred degree heat 
standing sentry on granite slopes
vertical green etches
in carmel cliffs
literally--litter the foothills

rising up the...

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I
Fifty years ago - I was about ten -
My grandfather wept for a tree:
Blue Spruce, one in the township ...
I empathized, but didn't understand

II
This morning,...

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I resided in a beautiful old home, on the sunny side of the street;
And I had friendly neighbors, offering hellos whenever we'd meet.

Often when I...

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My great-grandfather was a farmer,
He yielded crops by the harvest moon
When spring came to bloom 
He had a son, 
My grandfather was a military-man
He disappeared...

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The Earth is my Grandmother
caring and gentle, whispering
to me upon her breezes to nurture,
replant, enjoy the world.  She
call to me in the echoes of...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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A sylvan wood unveils its majesty
and I am awed by the 
magical specters that abound here.
I stroll silently through ancient
wooden sentinels who’ve stood guard here,
for...

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I waited all morning for some kind of wildlife to come near enough for a shot.
My Nikon camera was set on her tripod, and I...

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