Pecan Tree Poems - Poems about Pecan Tree

...In the spring of '23, at first, all looked pretty and free. The first year in our new home, we anticipated a beautiful canopy as the trees began to bear buds and beautiful blossoms. But then came ......

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...The prior property owners planted the most beautiful flowers. We took possession last December, and this is our first spring. For the first time, I noticed a lovely flower a few days ago and last ......

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...We stand stately and beautifully along the front lawn of a gentle lady who loves flowers. Our biggest dream is that we will grow and be like her. She's kind and giving, and her life greets you wit......

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...there stands such a gracious elderly lady positioning herself in the confines of my fenced back yard, silent as she speaks, nor moving her limbs until the winds comes to rob her of ......

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... spring green leaves 'pon the pecan tree.... gold full moon appears ......

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..."Salad Days" My days, I find, Are as full as I choose to make them now. I may opt to spend the day Watching the birds at play In my wobbly old bird bath. Or pass a smile Watching th......

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... Snow Birds Written: by Miracle Man January 2, 2021 Chickadees, Finches, Cardinals and Wren, at peace with each other neath our Pecan tree. Unaware of size, or color, as it is with me......

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... Dawn’s Serenity By: Miracle Man October 3, 2020 The street light is severed by Pecan tree branches, leaving abstract designs painted on the ground. Fog, taciturnly, engulfs our yard ......

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...I found a pecan on the ground I picked it up when no one was around Sitting in the hall outside of class crying because her classmates were teasing and talking about her. The student didn't want to......

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...a garden storm — pecan tree topples offing tattered flags 6/30/2018......

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...Dear Pastor: Your sermon yesterday triggered memories going back more than 50 years. During the Jim Crow years in the South, I was about 12 years of age when out of nowhere it seems, a man came......

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...I see him lounge beneath the pecan tree, nursing his alcohol as he hides from his young cousins. They want to play army men with him some more, but he has already been losing for hours. Poor b......

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...Falling ever helplessly Into a burning sea Of passion and desire Where Rraine surpasses me Comforted of saving grace Unending empathy Rising to a cloud of peace Where Rraine inspires me N......

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...Expressly of my hopes and dreams, the passion in my heart These words I now declare to you, a token for my part I’m saving all my kisses up, just one dream to fill Soon I will deliver them on Sing......

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...My Darling Mother, How lovely you were as a new bride Your green eyes glowed with pride as you stood with Dad at your side You shared my love for writing poetry so a......

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