Rowan Tree Poems - Poems about Rowan Tree

... Head twitching, black eye gleaming, reflecting moonlight, He dreams of hoarding that great shiny orb. Tucking it in with his precious treasures inside the Rowan tree to fea......

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...Treasured Memory ~~~~~~ Quietly dreaming ‘neath azure skies Amid the leafy woodlands Where no distractions are found And on the air, so calm and still No sound, save that of blackbird in th......

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... My shadow grew longer as the sun bid me 'farewell.' Beneath my rowan tree in dour thoughts, I shall dwell. I curse life for her heartless schemes for now shattered and frayed, are my dreams......

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... Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled, I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness ......

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...I dwell where shadows hide behind your window, Whispering secrets, silent and unseen, Or walk alone beneath the rowan tree, As trees splinter leaves with summer joy. When the walls of dusk desc......

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...The rowan tree sees a light turn from white into grey colours turn to shades of dust and claws of branches blacken against the sky. Rowan made from feathers, made from blood keeping me safe. Th......

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...I dreamed of a Great White Queen, and she Came galloping through the snow 'I come for the one who called for me' Said she, 'did you call me?' 'No!' For I was afraid, as all good men be Who into ......

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...“Back garden” of my childhood I remember, The front for special roses was reserved, We sometimes ate outside in the back garden, Alfresco though a word I never heard! The apple tree the highlight......

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...Ode to Harris So they showed you the politics of poetics showed you how to sculpt quotations as if discreetly yours sure-e-e... they told you of your godhood at Harvard but they cruci......

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...Attempt I shall, to convey of my journeys to my sacred special safe place. A great form of meditation. For me personally, I choose to close my eyes and imagine my back up against a great Oak tree. Fe......

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...On the last evening of a wonderful weathered summer, flitting between the branches of our rowan tree and the Chinese wind chime ......

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...I tried to embrace you as a steep descent of a river with an array of steps and you only sprinkled lightly on me. But I was wet all over enjoying your warm impact before you became cold in plai......

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...The brightest green and dullest grey – The colours of the cemetery. The ancient yew tree, centuries old, Still welcomes all into the fold. The rich and famous, cheek by jowl Co-habit with the ......

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...The Summer of Nineteen Sixty Lying on a blanket by the loch side on a summer’s day I close my eyes and listen to the quiet. I hear the slap, slap of the small wavelets lapping on the pebbles and......

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...Yesterday’s Music The music of a burbling rill Close by a dry stone wall, And on the air, so calm and still A blackbird's fluting call Green finches in the rowan tree Join in the meadow’s s......

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