Grandfather Tree Poems

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 remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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I clutch at the magazines,
the letters, the newspaper cutouts 
I look through your old notebooks
tracing over rows and rows of numbers 
a library catalog, a...

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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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I sit before the February fire
and watch the flames die down to amber glow.
My grandson comes just in the nick of time
to bring the fire...

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Great grandfather tree was wizen and wise.
He kept to himself, southeast of where the crow flies.
We ventured toward him whenever we needed advice.
He was usually...

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The most defining moment of one's,
Life is when you realize you thought,
You had it all figured out.
I see a lonely little flower thinking,
How fragile all...

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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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Son, each day I will ride
Through waving cottonwoods
Near the broad river bend
Where the wild blue flax grows.

It is a special place
That your grandfather knew
Where he...

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Green Apples

Lovely…
not yet ripe, 
sweet fruit from grandma’s…
most favorite tree. 
She planted it… 
just for me. 

When I was born, 
my mama died. 
It was...

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The lush mango tree in blooming youth
  dances to the whispers of summer breeze,
I remember grandpa's sheer joy in his eyes
   bubbling...

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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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Skirting church on Puig de Missa,
then down the slope towards the river,
St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea.
Past the smelly goats,...

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Shhh...the sentinels
whisper among themselves, there’s
a human coming...

Do not give away
any secrets to them, they
cannot keep secrets.

Remember what we
learned from old grandfather oak
humans will gossip.

Gaia trusts...

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been a long time
i wonder if i still have it
all the pens have been buried from my sight
however, i managed to find one this misty...

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