The Tree While Under The Canopy In The Forests Care Making My Way To The Fishing Pool Im Made Suddenly Aware That Laid Out In The Woodland As Far As My Eye Can See The Longevity Of The Carpet In The Rings Of A Tree By Puds
Month: July 2016
Poem_Mark Parker
The Nature Poem A walk through the misty wood. The trail latent with track of hooves, which tell me the ways the forest moves, into the endless green hood. I would step to dance upon these tracks, but the sound is what holds me back. I shouldn’t disturb the animals around, or step on […]
Poem_Leah Barton
Hanami (Japanese word for “picnic under the cherry blossoms”) Under the cherry blossom tree I find you waiting patiently On a rainbow tapestry To share a quiet hanami ‘Neath a soft pink canopy And flowers flowing downwardly There, it’s only you and me Enjoying a simple hanami Your heartbeat plays a melody And though […]
Poem_Joanna Dibble
Figs three ripe figs: maiden-mother-crone fresh and green, not fully grown gravid, blushing, ripe allure nut-brown, wrinkled, sun-matured. which of these the sweetest be? high upon this old fig tree maiden tartness bright and young full womanhood upon the tongue. drooping breast and brown age-spots spurned by youthful hungry thoughts. adolescent, first one picked […]
Poem_Grace Nottingham
Villanelle of the Elm and Bird Among the pale Elm trees, many things appease, Like the glorious song of the Hummingbird. I sit admiring the birds as I please. The Evening’s blue fog wheels in Elm’s mystic leaves, Hooting owl’s decibels sing loud and absurd. Among the pale Elm trees, many things appease. To […]
Poem_Eileen Prunster
#Autumn Hues the brilliant hues of autumn dripping from the trees piling up around their trunks almost to my knees scarlet red and russet brown form deep puddles on the ground gold medallions from the elm worth more than coins of the realm By Eileen Prunster
Poem_Christos Andreas Kourtis
This Is Why I love Trees As strong as the mystic Oak as bountiful as the Chestnuts burden liken to palm tree on a lonely island kind as a spring apple blossom Sometimes weeping liken to a Willow bending in waters hiding tears singing like a London Plain in the smoggy city streets Bitchy […]
Poem_Cheryl Love
The Fairy of the Apple Blossom This tiny fairy, let us say has attitude. Most little things get on her pip! Sitting amongst fragrant blossom Is not nice, no pleasure trip. She has to put up with frilly petals Leaves and the odd red spider. It is the constant supply of buds That to […]
Poem_Aayush Vasudeva
Berry There are many delicacies one can relish, Some crunch and some squish, but my personal favourite: the berry Be it a pink straw or a cherry Their appearance is a feast for the eyes, It’s an addiction rather, one that can’t be given up, no matter how hard i try Upon taste, the nectar […]
Pitchford TreeHouse
Pitchford TreeHouse is the Oldest in the World! It was built in 1473 by Shrewsbury wool merchants, the Ottley family who bought Pitchford Hall. The Lime Tree it’s built in is estimated to be 800-900 years old. It has been visited by Queen Victoria and by three British Prime Ministers.