Tracy, since the other thread was so long I closed it and opened this new one. (I hope you don't mind). Here is the link to the old thread and I am not unpinning it or anything.
He plants the friend of sun and sky;
He plants the flag of breezes free;
The shaft of beauty, towering high;
He plants a home to heaven anigh
For song and mother-croon of bird
In hushed and happy twilight heard -
The treble of heaven's harmony
These things he plants who plants a tree.
~ Henry Cuyler Bunner,
the Heart of the Tree
Here's a haiku I wrote in 6th grade~I still remember it after all these years:
An ancient oak tree
standing in a meadow sweet
scarred with signs of life
Great poetry girls! Always loved nature inspired poems and writings. Thanks for posting!!
Sue, how awesome that you wrote that in 6th grade; but what exactly is a haiku?
Tracy, thanks for giving me the okay. I decided to expand it from just poetry to quotes as well. Maybe proverbs and other stuff too. Whatever anyone wants to post...thus the etc. in the title.
- Psalms 1: 1-3
I can't speak for everyone else but I would share anything I post. However, the poems aren't written by me and most can be found on the internet. It's great you have a new tree site; however the link brings me to a Care2 page.
“I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.” Joyce Kilmer
Mari, that is one of my favorite poems. Why don't you post the rest of it for those tthat have never read it before. Thanks for sharing.
Ah listen, for silence is not lonely!
Imitate the magnificent trees
That speak no word of their rapture, but only
Breathe largely the luminous breeze.
From Corot by D.H. Lawrence
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the forest that calls to me as deeply
as I breathe,
as though the woods were marrow of my bone
I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching
arc of the larger canopy
beside a brook bubbling to foam
like the one
deep in these woods,
that whispers home
by Michael S. Glaser
"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven."
"Those who contemplate the beauty of the tree (earth) find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts."
Beautiful poems, June.
Stand Tall and Proud
Sink your roots deeply into the Earth
Reflect the light of a greater source
Think long term
Go out on a limb
Remember your place among all living beings
Embrace with joy the changing seasons
For each yields its own abundance
The Energy and Birth of Spring
The Growth and Contentment of Summer
The Wisdom to let go of leaves in the Fall
The Rest and Quiet Renewal of Winter.
Time-honored, beautiful, solemn and wise.
Noble, sacred and ancient
Trees reach the highest heavens and penetrate the deepest secrets of the earth.
Trees are the largest living beings on this planet.
Trees are in communion with the spiritual and the material.
Trees guard the forests and the sanctified places that must not be spoiled.
Trees watch over us and provide us with what we need to live on this planet.
Trees provide a focal point for meditation, enlightenment, guidance and inspiration.
Trees have a soul and a spirit.
Tree Magick by Lavenderwater
A Blessing for the Woods
by Michael S. Glaser
Before I leave, almost without noticing,
before I cross the road and head toward
what I have intentionally postponed—
Let me stop to say a blessing for these woods:
for crows barking and squirrels scampering,
for trees and fungus and multi-colored leaves,
for the way sunlight laces with shadows
through each branch and leaf of tree,
for these paths that take me in,
for these paths that lead me out.
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Beautiful additions to this poetry thread, thank you all!
Love the poems. I recently wrote a poem about a willow. I will post it on my profile.
Oceane, will you post it here, too? I love poetry....especially tree poetry.
National Parks are the best idea we ever had. Absolutely American, absolutely democratic, they reflect us at our best rather than our worst."
- Wallace Stegner, author/environmentalist.
Three times three.
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.
Hi Clare! Thanks for reviving this old thread with that lovely poem!
Now that I am here, I just happened upon this quote on another site I was visiting. It has a sadder tone unfortunately that some of the other more upbeat posts. But deforestation is definitely a huge problem in the world today.
"God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools."
<3 ~John Muir
Here's another short poem, I learnt it at school, many years ago)
A Palm Tree
by Heinrich Heine
A single fir-tree, lonely,
on a northern mountain height,
sleeps in a white blanket,
draped in snow and ice.
His dreams are of a palm-tree,
who, far in eastern lands,
weeps, all alone and silent,
among the burning sands.
Wishing everyone a bright and happy Spring...
Hi Clare! Lovely poems you posted. Are those dogwood flowers? They resemble flowers we have in Mississip on our tung oil trees. Thanks for reviving it, Clare. Tracy, wow, can you believe it has been 8 years since I opened this thread? Yep Tracy, the quote by John Muir is both sad & true.
Tree at My Window
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
The Banyan Tree
by Rabindranath Tagore
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little chile, like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you?
Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the tangle of your roots and plunged underground?
The women would come to fill their jars in the pond, and your huge black shadow would wriggle on the water like sleep struggling to wake up.
Sunlight danced on the ripples like restless tiny shuttles
weaving golden tapestry.
Two ducks swam by the weedy margin above their shadows, and the child would sit still and think. He longed to be the wind and blow through your resting branches, to be your shadow and lengthen with the day on the water, to be a bird and perch on your topmost twig, and to float like those ducks among the weeds and shadows.
Hi Vivian, thank you for starting this beautiful thread)
I think these are the dogwood tree flowers in the photo, but that's an image from the internet, not from our area. Our climate is too cold for them, and for many other impressively blooming trees...
"The big oaks stood so many, so massive in their other life, in their deep, rooted silence: the awe of them came on me, the religion.” - Ursula K.Le Guin
Hi Clare, good to see you and thanks for the Ursula K. Le Guin quote. Actually this thread was opened 8 years ago (wow, has it been that long???) but you & Tracy are the ones who revived it recently, so thanks to you both.