Monday, November 10, 2014

Any more poets out there?

In response to my entry "Poetree" back in April, I received a few lovely tree poems.  No one gave me specific permission to share their poem, so I will refrain.  However, I very much enjoyed reading them myself and would still be interested in seeing yours if you forgot to send it earlier.  ðŸ˜‰

Here are a "few" more trees that I found when I was looking for pictures on line if you need further inspiration.  ðŸ˜ƒ

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Aren't they beautiful?  Don't they just require poetry?
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10 comments:

  1. There are a couple of tree poems still under construction here...

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  2. I'm a poet, but you don't seem to like my poems.

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  3. Tree # 9 From your April Post... I'm not a poet, but here's my attempt.

    Many, many years ago
    This land was wild and free
    Just waiting to be tamed and worked
    By those who had a dream

    Without fear, the buffalo
    Traveled through the prairie
    The deer grazed, calm, the rabbits played
    With no need to be wary.

    The time approached, their lives would change ,
    Of this they weren't aware
    No longer futile were their days
    Their purpose would be clear.

    For man was coming very soon
    And with him there would be
    A trusting wife, their little ones,
    A close-knit family.

    He’d need to clothe and feed them all
    He’d trap and hunt and farm
    No stores nearby, no easy life
    All by hard work would come

    From east to west they’d come in droves
    By wagon train arrive
    They’d find a spot that felt like home
    By the land they'd survive.

    This preamble is very long.
    Enough of history!
    This poem is supposed to be
    The story of a tree!

    My family came, a tired crew
    One mild, late fall day
    They’d traveled far, for many weeks
    But now, they’d come to stay.

    They'd left their folks, their land, their friends
    And homesick, they would be
    A tiny a sapling they had brought
    A living memory

    They planted it that very day
    They treated it with care
    And as it grew throughout the years
    The stories it could share

    Of children climbing to it's heights
    And swinging from its boughs
    Eating apples while reading books
    Playing house with their dolls

    It overlooked the house and farm
    As the swift years were spent
    It saw the sorrows and the joys
    It witnessed each event

    The land, again, knows idleness
    Just like the years of yore
    It’s waiting for a family
    To fill its days once more.

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  5. Here my poem is - finally! I got very, very stuck on the last verse, and it still sounds stilted to me. It is based on picture #4 of your "Poetree" post from April. If you wouldn't mind ignoring the other trees on the shore I'd appreciate it. It is more poetic to imagine that it is standing alone, isn't it? :)


    Waves are pounding, fierce their roar
    Screaming seagulls dip and soar
    The waves attack the rocky shore
    I stand alone.

    Through my boughs, harsh tears the wind
    The leaden clouds it scudding sends
    It fights my limbs, they will not bend
    For I am strong

    The waves, gray cats, crouch down and spring
    But when thrown back, become serene
    The sea, an ever-moving scene
    But I stand still

    I stand unguarded on my berm
    My trunk is slim, but I am firm
    Unharmed by e'en the strongest storm
    My roots run deep
    - Laura

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  6. @ Karmen - Where in the world did you get that idea? I LOVE your poems! May I post the one you wrote? :)

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  7. @ Tammy - Wow! You worked a while on that! Thanks for sharing. Neat to think about the life of a tree this way. :)

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  8. @ Laura - That's amazing! I love the rhyme scheme. I always find that kind harder to do, but I love the sound of it. Thanks much!

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  9. I was really regretting my choice of rhyming sequence by the time I got to the last verse. It sat for several days before I could get up the courage to finish it. :)
    - Laura

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  10. Laura,
    My newest hymn does not yet have a tune, and I must admit I'm a little worried because the meter I "chose" is not at all common! I'm hoping to work on it over the next few days so we'll see what happens. :)

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