Trees Poems
Trees
by Harry Behn
Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their bows.
They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the Spring new buds of green.
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A Mardi Gras Tree
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
I think that I
shall never see...
Anything as cool
as a Mardi Gras tree...
They grow in New Orleans
nearly every Spring...
As the bands start marching
in full swing...
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A Dear Tree
by Pijush Biswas
Not to touch, not to climb!
Its breakable for tender limb!
I would claim upon every fellow
As mellow fruits grew yellow.
'Twas a Guava tree on courtyard-
Shrill sound of chirping bird
Or, shadow of the fruit tree
'Oft led me to get relief out of lee.
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Love Our Parks
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
I love how the Spanish moss
Hangs from the tall oak trees...
As it blows softly back and forth
In the early fall’s cool breeze...
Our lush green parks
Bring us so much life and pleasure...
We should love our parks
And treat them like a natural treasure...
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A Dream Come Tree
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I had for long been an arborist, enthusiastically caring for the trees,
Like a grasshopper immersed in a green world, is glad for all he sees.
I had always loved nature, having begun gardening when I was a child,
As bluebirds rise up singing very early, in tangled precincts so wild.
It was foreseeable that this passion, would emerge as my life's work,
As an artist might strive for years, creating a masterpiece artwork!
I was also familiar with various birds, as a result of this vocation,
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The Solitary Tree.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
I am a solitary lonely tree,
No birds perch and sing to me.
Boughs all scrawny and broke,
Is this someone`s idea of a joke.
Oh! why am I the only tree?
No friends standing beside me.
I`m just a sad and lonely tree,
In the middle of a lifeless city.
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Pretty Melancholy
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
The Oak Tree and The Birch Tree
by Everleigh Blackburn
“Do you remember,”
the oak sighed,
“the day the storm raged,
and I bent, but did not break?”
The slender birch swayed,
her bark shimmering,
“I danced with the wind,
a wild ballet,
while you stood firm,
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A natural piece of art
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Helpless a stump does sit suffering from decay,
on the rugged part of the hillside where loggers had cut away.
Glorious the trees did stand along the rocky ridge,
as long as the eye could see from the river to the bridge.
Time, and time again their beauty had been praised,
but the loggers saw had chopped their limbs in total disgrace.
I see a shameful reflection in the look of a saddened tree,
if only man had kept his values for all the world to see.
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A Dear Tree
by Pijush Biswas
Not to touch, not to climb!
Its breakable for tender limb!
I would claim upon every fellow
As mellow fruits grew yellow.
'Twas a Guava tree on courtyard-
Shrill sound of chirping bird
Or, shadow of the fruit tree
'Oft led me to get relief out of lee.
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