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Monday, 4 June 2018

Poetry Monday


Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane of ‘On the Alberta Montana Border’.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Each week Diane provides us with a theme which we can use or ignore as the fancy suits.  This week the theme is ‘trees’.
This is going to be a hard topic simply because the definitive poem on trees was written in 1913 by Joyce Kilmer.  There is no way it can be improved open.  This poor attempt of mine can in no way hold a candle to Mr. Kilmer’s work of art and I beg you not to make any comparisons lest I die of mortification.

Trees I’ve Known

The first tree I remember well,
of my swing tree, is the tale I’ll tell;
of flying like the birds on high
while I, through leafy branches, spy
glimpses of blue and cloud filled sky.
To swing each day was, for me, a staple.
My swing tree was a stately maple.

A chestnut tree behind the shed
cast shade upon my grateful head.
Its spires of bloom in early spring
brought chestnuts in the fall to ring
in a game of   ‘conkers’.

With glorious bloom to please the bees,
and grasses tall up to my knees,
the orchard on the farm was bliss
with ‘macs’, and ‘snows’ to pass my lips.
What fun in fall to pick the crop.
We used a ladder to reach the top
where all the very best did hang.

So many trees I’ve learned to love
for their leafy branches high above,
their handsome limbs and craggy bark.
To climb them always was a lark.
So grateful always for their shade
and the fresh air each has made,
for the food that some provide
and the happy, leafy place to hide.
There never was a tree I’ve found
that I did not with love surround.






10 comments:

  1. Tree huggers of the world unite.

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  2. Echoing EC here. I love big shady trees that are climbable.

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  3. Well done.
    Kilmer was from New Brunswick, NJ. Seems like half of everything in this area is named after him. Your poem should at least get a street named for you!

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    1. Aw thanks Joeh.....I'll settle for a lovely leafy trail.

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  4. You've caught the essence of what there is to love about trees, Delores, despite your disclaimer! I had a favourite tree when I was growing up, too. I used to read up there in its branches.

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  5. This brings back so many memories!

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  6. Another lovely poem, Delores...it brought back memories of the tree houses we built when we were kids. :)

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  7. Absolutely brilliant, Delores! And I totally agree. I never met a tree I didn't love!
    P.S. I tried and tried to fix my blog post yesterday. Even deleted it and started again. So frustrating. Especially when one is on the road and opportunities and access to internet hard to come by. Sigh.
    The theme next week is positive-ity. So anything on the 'up' side!

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  8. I just love trees - always have and always will!
    A lovely poem, thank you.

    All the best Jan

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