Popular Poems About Trees
#trees
Popular poems about trees. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
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forests
each tree
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.
#culture
#forest
#freedom
#identity
#trees
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The Tree Poem (reposted)
Those mighty trees that spread their arms
were once as tall as you.
And none have felt the sweeping strokes
of what a saw could do.
Yet underneath those street-lined wings
resplendent in strong wood -
arise a row of rural homes
where once, their brothers stood.
And though I'll bask in summer shade
I'll feel a tinge of guilt.
We've lashed - with hatchets - many down
to yield what we have built.
"Quell those notions of demise,"
I hear an oak tree say. ...
were once as tall as you.
And none have felt the sweeping strokes
of what a saw could do.
Yet underneath those street-lined wings
resplendent in strong wood -
arise a row of rural homes
where once, their brothers stood.
And though I'll bask in summer shade
I'll feel a tinge of guilt.
We've lashed - with hatchets - many down
to yield what we have built.
"Quell those notions of demise,"
I hear an oak tree say. ...
#trees
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