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9 years ago
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Ok everyone....I've seen some beautiful poetry about trees and forests going around, so I thought I would make a discussion thread exclusively for TREE POETRY.  Anyone who would like to post tree poetry, feel free!

9 years ago

Breath

by J. Daniel Beaudry

Tree, gather up my thoughts
like the clouds in your branches.
Draw up my soul
like the waters in your root.

In the arteries of your trunk
bring me together.
Through your leaves
breathe out the sky.

9 years ago

Waiting for a Message

by Rochelle Mass


Trees help you see slices of sky between branches,
point to things you could never reach.
Trees help you watch the growing happen,
watch blossoms burst then dry,
see shade twist to the pace of a sun,
birds tear at unwilling seeds.

Trees take the eye to where it is,
where it was,
then over to distant hills,
faraway to other places and times,
long ago.

A tree is a lens,
a viewfinder, a window.
I wait below
for a message
of what is yet to come.



9 years ago

Think Like a Tree

by Karen I. Shragg

Soak up the sun
Affirm life's magic
Be graceful in the wind
Stand tall after a storm
Feel refreshed after it rains
Grow strong without notice
Be prepared for each season
Provide shelter to strangers
Hang tough through a cold spell
Emerge renewed at the first signs of spring
Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky
Be still long enough to
hear your own leaves rustling.


9 years ago

Advice from a Tree
By Ilan Shamir

Dear Friend,

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

Feel the wind and the sun
And delight in their presence
Look up at the moon that shines down upon you
And the mystery of the stars at night.
Seek nourishment from the good things in life
Simple pleasures
Earth, fresh air, light

Be content with your natural beauty
Drink plenty of water
Let your limbs sway and dance in the breezes
Be flexible
Remember your roots

Enjoy the view!

Anonymous
Tree poems.....
9 years ago
Love them.......thanks for posting them.
9 years ago
You're welcome Zoe!
Nothing will beat this one :-)
9 years ago
Its a songdance made by a musician, his name is Kailash. I love this one..I missed it so bad and suddenly we did it at the spiritual meeting People was so happy and me especially, lol.....

http://www.kailash-kokopelli.com/body_songdances.html

I am a walking tree
You are a walking tree

Feet on the earth - head in the sky
my heart joins together
the two to one to see

bringing the light down
into the darkest ground
releasing the dark side
into the light

I breathe in what you breathe out -
You breathe in what I breathe out

breath is connecting us all
love is connecting us all
light is connecting us all

W9
Oops...
9 years ago
Pasting in makes all those lines..sorry....trying again...

I am a walking tree
You are a walking tree

Feet on the earth - head in the sky
my heart joins together
the two to one to see

bringing the light down
into the darkest ground
releasing the dark side
into the light

I breathe in what you breathe out -
You breathe in what I breathe out

breath is connecting us all
love is connecting us all
light is connecting us all

W9
Eco Poem
9 years ago

Hug a tree

just for fun

just for glee.

Hug a tree

even one

and you'll see

like the sun

you will be.

So come on Tom!

come on Lee!

love a ton

and be free

extend each arm

and hug a tree.

Love and light,

Aisha.

9 years ago
Wisdom & Aisha--beautiful poetry!!
9 years ago

What is a tree?  a planted seed?

An old soul growing all around me.

A hope, a plea

But what does it mean?

To live, to breathe

To cry, to grieve

Comfort & shelter, amongst the leaf

9 years ago
What does he plant who plants a tree?
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 TreeGo to fullsize image
Anonymous
Embrace Me
9 years ago

Walking in my lonely darkness,

I find my-Self amidst this freezing snow

-But there is no shelter here

 

Through darkened ages I flown,

Carried on the wings of existence

To places called Unknown

-I have sought shelter here

 

Yet through un-winged travels,

Un-walked trails,

I find my loneliness is not that lonely-

The lush green of silent trees

-Has always been my home

 

Even through the snow,

They have grown.

 

Silent lucidity,

They have embraced me!

This will always be my home

 

-They grant me shelter here.

 

©Zoe Satorie.

FOR ALL!!
9 years ago
9 years ago
I have found this in an another group-it was originaly posted by Barbara B. but I wanted to share it with you,I hope she wouldn't mind..


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Lost

Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
~ David Wagoner ~
(Riverbed)
9 years ago
That was beautiful Maja!  I'm sure Barbara wouldn't mind you sharing that wonderful bit of poetry!
Couple more :-)
9 years ago
What wonderful homages to trees!  Thanks, everyone, for sharing! Here are a couple more...

Let the trees be consulted before you take any action
every time you breathe in thank a tree
let tree roots crack parking lots at the world bank headquarters
let loggers be druids specially trained and rewarded
to sacrifice trees at auspicious times
let carpenters be master artisans
let lumber be treasured like gold
let chain saws be played like saxophones
let soldiers on maneuvers plant trees
give police and criminals a shovel
and a thousand seedlings
let businessmen carry pocketfuls of acorns
let newlyweds honeymoon in the woods
walk don't drive
stop reading newspapers
stop writing poetry
squat under a tree and tell stories.
- John Wright

(I don't agree with the admonition to "stop writing poetry" but love the rest of it! )

Give me a land of boughs in leaf,
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.
- A.E. Housman
9 years ago
Beautiful Laurie!  Those were awesome poems! 
"Down to Sleep"
9 years ago
Thanks, Tracy, I'm glad you enjoyed them!

Here's another I'm fond of...

Down To Sleep

November woods are bare and still;
November days are clear and bright;
Each noon burns up the morning's chill;
The morning's snow is gone by night;
Each day my steps grow slow, grow light,
As through the woods I reverent creep,
Watching all things lie down to sleep.

I never knew before what beds,
Fragrant to smell, and soft to touch,
The forest sifts and shapes and spreads;
I never knew before how much
Of human sound there is in such
Low tones as through the forest sweep
When all wild things lie down to sleep.

Each day I find new coverlids
Tucked in and more sweet eyes shut tight;
Sometimes the viewless mother bids
Her ferns kneel down full in my sight;
I hear their chorus of "good night,"
And half I smile, and half I weep,
Listening while they lie down to sleep.

November woods are bare and still;
November days are bright and good;
Life's noon burns up life's morning chill;
Life's night rests feet which long have stood;
Some warm soft bed, in field or wood,
The mother will not fail to keep,
Where we can lay us down to sleep.

~Helen Hunt Jackson
Two Classics & some bonus stuff :-)
9 years ago
I can't possibly not post my favorite tree poem (and one of my very favorite poems in general!) even though almost everyone here probably already knows it by heart!

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost

And here's a classic tree poem. Again, everyone here will probably be familiar with it, but not too many people know about its author, so I'll post some tidbits about him, too......

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of Robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
~Joyce Kilmer

Alfred Joyce Kilmer (December 6, 1886 – July 30, 1918) was an American journalist and poet. This poem was set to music and was quite popular in the 1940s and 1950s.

Kilmer was born in New Brunswick, New Jersey and attended Rutgers College and Columbia (B.A., 1908). A soldier in the US Army 165th Infantry, Rainbow Division, he was killed in action by a sniper during World War I. His body is buried in the Oise-Aisne Cemetery, Fere-en-Tardenois, France.

You might be interested in visiting (virtually or actually!) The Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest, a living memorial of 3800 acres of old growth forest in North Carolina....

http://tapocolodge.com/kilmer/

one of my own
9 years ago
Tree
9 years ago
Wonderful poem and artwork! Thanks for sharing!! (But no fair your handwriting is so much nicer than mine!!)
I agree...!
9 years ago

Wonderful arts...! Thanks, Steve...! (I've already checked out your websites and photoalbums at Care2, too....! A lot of great works in there...!)

I also love the other poems in this thread...! Thanks to you all...! (I'm a big treehugger myself and collect stories and poems about trees.... --> unfortunately most of them are in German...)

I'll show you one of my tree pics at least... "My" willow....!

Love,

Ina

Willow
9 years ago
Ina, your Willow tree is magnificent!! What a great photo!

I love Willows, they're among my favorite trees (in fact, I named one of my dogs Willow!)

This is part of a piece about the magical properties of Willows that I saved years ago. Unfortunately I can't remember now where I found it! The last line is the best... I'll bet you already knew this, though....

The Willow... has the ability to banish depression and sadness; sitting beneath a willow tree calms and soothes the emotions. If you need to share a secret, confess to a willow and the secret will be kept safe.



9 years ago
Laurie--more beautiful poems that you have shared!  I think they are great!  Steve, what a great talent you are!  Such a wonderful piece of poetry and drawing--and you take incredible artistic pics as well!  Thank you so much for sharing that with us!  Ina, love your willow tree--it's gorgeous!
Hi you all
9 years ago

I'm happy, that you like my pic...!

Yeah, I know, Willows are great friends... They are the best listeners, and even very godd advisers, too...! "My willow" was my first, and probably my best, spiritual teacher.... And she still is... I've really learnt a lot from her....

Here's a poem for all willows and willow lovers...

To the Willow Tree

by Robert Herrick

Thou art to all lost love the best,
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest
And left of love, are crown'd.

When once the lover's rose is dead
Or laid aside forlorn,
Then willow-garlands, 'bout the head,
Bedew'd with tears, are worn.

When with neglect, the lover's bane,
Poor maids rewarded be,
For their love lost their only gain
Is but a wreath from thee.

And underneath thy cooling shade,
When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth, and love-sick maid,
Come to weep out the night.

See you,

Ina

By the way
9 years ago

Robert Herrick lived from 1591 - 1674

Just in case you wonder about the "funny" language...!

B.C.Wildfires in Aug/2003
9 years ago

           WILDFIRES BURNING


For weeks there's been no rain here

There are no clouds in the sky

All that grows is brown and sered

Mother Earth is parched and dry

 

The raging fires are burning

Through the forests of B.C.

Hear Mother Earth , She's crying

For the Spirits of the trees

 

Trees that sheltered gentle deer

Now just ashes on the ground

Every heart is filled with fear

Cause the flames are all around

 

Birds that nest here , now are gone

So many have lost their homes

In valleys and the canyons

Where forests no longer grow

 

The Kettle Valley Railway

 It's old tressles taken to

Landmarks of our yesterdays

But there's nothing we can do

 

Night skies lit with angry red

We can't breath the thick grey air

Hot wind blows , wildfires are fed

 Devistation's everywhere

 

It looks like desert wasteland

Hear our world cry out in pain

Glowing embers left to stand

Might make the fires burn again

 

For weeks there's been no rain here

There isn't a cloud in the sky

All that grows is brown and sered

Mother Earth is parched and dry

 

The raging fires are burning

Through the forests of B.C.

Hear Mother Earth , She's crying

For the Spirits of the trees

   Poem Copyright ©2003 SilentEyes

9 years ago
Wonderful poem Ina!  And what a heartfelt poem you wrote Silent!  Thanks so much for sharing those!
9 years ago

tree

Peace Tree


Hollowed out tree, one hundred feet tall
Ancient and wise, he'll welcome you all
To come stand in circle, to hear spirit call
The wonder of being, a fragment so small

The energies displayed, by this beautiful soul
Can only be captured, by being part of the whole
His hollowed out features, man's means of control
Have created a place, which was not there goal

As the universe provides, balance we hold
A must for all creatures, souls young and old
This tree is our existence, his secrets unfold
Forever he'll stand, his knowledge not sold

This tree is amazing, in awe as I saw
I asked may I enter, his hollowed out jaw
Gladly he whispered, clear as a crows caw
May we stand united, under one peaceful law.

Copyright © 2004 Bonnetta Rohde
9 years ago

 Bonnetta! You wrote that?  What a beautiful poem that was!  And an awesome pic to go with it!  Thanks so very much for sharing that with us!

Poetry in motion
9 years ago
Found this one in "The french touch"-group and though you'd love it. I post it here as I consider it rather poetry than a picture. Watch the movie! http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/243175
9 years ago

Open House
Aileen Fisher

If I were a tree
I'd want to see
a bird with a song
on a branch of me.

I'd want a quick
little squirrel to run
up and down
and around, for fun.

I'd want the cub
of a bear to call,
and a porcupine, big,
and a tree toad, small.

I'd wnat a katydid
out of sight
on one of my leaves
to sing at night.

And down by my roots
I'd wnat a mouse
with six little mouselings
in her house.


Your are My Ponderosa
9 years ago

ponderosa

I dream of being there with you.
You stand so tall as I once glanced
beyond the greenest land. You are
still there. My dreams are closer
now, colors of your smile are vivid.
I will be there soon, please wait for me.
It wont be long. My home will warm
you with delight. Smell thy fire I burn
within my circle of life. Lie me down
gently under your womb and let me
smell the freedom that you fragrantly
ascend. You are my ponderosa.

copyright ©

Bonnetta Rohde 4/22/05

Tree's Of Old
9 years ago

The tree's of old that are left to stand

Are the one's that stand for truth's law

Bold and tall they've built this land

On soil without flaw

Branches that extend

Arms wrap around

Love they'll send

To ground

Us

Bonnetta Rohde 10/19/05 ©Copyrighted

Anonymous
Think It Through
9 years ago

Think It Through

©1998 Lorna Prentice

 

They're cutting down the last trees in the forest Dad

Can you hear the axes ring with every stroke?

They're going to the logging mill tomorrow

It's enough to break the heart of every bloke

 

What's happened to the river down the valley Dad?

It used to flow so fresh and clean and clear

The water looks a dirty kind of yellow now

And I haven't seen a fish there for a year

 

You don't see many birds around here now Dad?

It's strange to hear it all so deathly still

We used to hear the bellbird and the tui sing

But now I don't suppose we ever will

 

Remember when we used to go a-walking Dad?

Along the shady paths we used to roam

We'd find so many fascinating treasures there

And talk about them all the way home

 

I wish they hadn't stripped out all the forest Dad

It used to turn the wind into gentle breeze

If only they had thought it through much better

I know!  How about we go and plant some trees?
9 years ago
Micheline, Tanena, Bonetta, and Lorna----AWESOME POETRY! 
Compassion Says
9 years ago

 

 I ask you now, please don't cut down a tree
Though tis the season, a tradition, a time for glee
Better to dig out that tree stored away, with all the debree
Down in the cellar, bring a flash light, you'll need to see

There she is, all ready to be dressed
She's been waiting and waiting, boy is she stressed
Where have you been? I need to be caressed
With tinsle and lace, time for me to look lovely and blessed

Pour on the Emerald, a dab here and there
To make me smell pretty, for no one will know where
I've been all the years, in a corner in the dark
Lonely and cold, where there is no light, not even a spark

It's time for celebrating, in this winter wonderland
You see my lovely branches extend with love, take my hand
The lights that cover me, will vibrate and touch your soul
Come closer, as you will feel a love for life, oh so grand

I may not be what you perceive as real
As I have no fresh roots, that you can steal
Though I come to stand tall and true
As a mother with a newborn, compassion says, I love you

Bonnetta Rohde 11/04

9 years ago

Another lovely poem from you Bonnetta....you are so talented, and I thank you for sharing your talent with us!!

A morning's ramble...
9 years ago

I walked out one morning

Through the woods around my town.

The season was slowly turning,

And the leaves were sifting down.

~

The taste of something salty

Still lingered in my beard,

And a whisper lost in silence

Floated above my head.

~

These old Live Oaks have known me

Since I was just a child,

And I have come here before

To seek the council of the wild.

~

The morning light has turned to shadow,

And the voices barely heard

Are humming to me softly.

My own heart has heard their words.

~

As I ramble back to my cabin

The sky takes on a different hue.

I leave my friends behind me

And I know what I must do....

~

Archie Logsdon

11/29/05

9 years ago
OOOOOOOOOh Archie!! You wrote that?? WOW!  Awesome work!!  Beautiful!! 
Aspen blues, by Tess Owen
9 years ago

She was just a little twig; just a wet leaf on a stick but I saw in her potential, something in her made her thick and a generation later she stood out against the grass and her hair was crisp chartreuse that sparkled like a fire of glass She was beautiful and slender with a pride that made me tear And who on earth would dare to give her anything to fear? ...on a wooden chair I sit alone with shame, hypocrisy For who could take this stunning child away? It would be me.

9 years ago
Thanks to everybody sharing here !! 
A Heart That Bleeds
9 years ago

tree

Flashing strands of lights aglow

Twinkling in homes, all in a row

Children's laughter on Nostalgic Lane

Not a care or cry, as the winds did blow

Christmas so near, you could smell it in the air

Families out and about, to find a tree so fair

To set in a front room, before a window so clear

The old couch was hidden, that use to be there

I ask now to myself, why all the bother

To cut down a tree, that you took from it's mother

How lonely he'll be, you cut all his roots

That were entwined together, with love for one another

You didnt ask, you just had to take

Did you even care, for heavens sake

You sawed down a tree, that was planted for life

Now his brothers and sisters, feel great heart ache

Man must stop, with his selfish needs

Mother earth has provided, she has planted all the seeds

No need to uproot or change the ways

Our love for our planet, shouldn't make for a heart that bleeds

Bonnetta Rohde 11/04

9 years ago

                    Pale Blaze (Acadia)

              A delight
  Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad
  As I myself were there! Nor in this bower,
  This little lime-tree bower, have I not mark'd
  Much that has sooth'd me. Pale beneath the blaze
  Hung the transparent foliage; and I watch'd
  Some broad and sunny leaf, and lov'd to see
  The shadow of the leaf and stem above
  Dappling its sunshine!

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Lime-tree Bower my Prison, 1800

a

9 years ago

Tess, Bonnetta, and Danny.....Wonderful poems!!  Thank you so much for sharing!!  I love and enjoy each one tremendously!!

9 years ago

Thank you Tracy! I really enjoy all the tree poetry that has been posted in your awesome group here. I read them all and thank  everyone for sharing. There all so beautiful and talented poet's. Please post and share more tree poetry. I need to write more and create more for our tree's,for I love them all so.

peace,Bonnetta

9 years ago

       a

A deeper darkness in the night is all they see of me
As I sit high above in the branches of my tree
The loneliness surrounds us, our desperation grows
The depth of our despair, none of them ever knows
We're all alone in this world, though some have dared to try
Still we are alone, my friend the tree and I
The tree alone can understand what it's like to be me
And I alone can understand what it's like to be the tree
My beautiful tree has lost her leaves, the coming winter stole them away
One by one they fell from her and began to decay
Now she's bare and freezing cold in the late autumn chill
She hopes the winter won't come this year, but we both know it will
I understand my tree, my tree understands me
Instead of dealing with the pain, she sleeps and thus is free
I long to sleep as the tree, to hibernate and dream
But each morning I awake and my soul begins to scream
I'm in my winter, my snowy hell, my soul is freezing fast
Unlike the tree, I cannot know how long the snow will last
I think of our fates and it's so unfair that I begin to weep
My tears wet one of her last few leaves as my tree begins to sleep
         We are strong, my tree and I
         We don't think we deserve to die
         So high in her branches I shall lie
         And I'll force myself not to cry
         And we'll watch the moon as clouds roll by
         Counting the stars in the night sky
         And off to dream my soul shall fly
         My spirit shall give one last sigh
         And let them never wonder why.

                   ~~ author David Noelle ~~

9 years ago

TALK TO THE TREES

Talk to the trees, for they are wise.

Be still and listen, open your eyes.

See the beauty that lies within,

that flies silently, with the wind.

 

Talk to the trees, for they will hear.

They've been listening for many a year.

They bring you vision; pure insight,

and bring you dreams for the night.

 

Talk to the trees, for you will see,

what its like to be free.

No guilt, no lies, no compromise,

for simplicity, is truly wise!

 

All I can say is..............
9 years ago
9 years ago
Thank You!!
How Beautiful!!
9 years ago

I felt such peace when I visited this thread with all it's lovely tree pictures and beautiful poetry!   I feel sadness, too, knowing that so much of this beauty is being destroyed!   I cry on a daily basis as I pray to God for His divine intervention. 

On a good note, in my city where Hurricane Katrina destroyed so many trees and construction is consuming so many others for housing for the victims, trees are being given to not only the city but residents as well for planting!!   Amen!  I am also taking people with me on March 21 to a City Council meeting to see what is being done to conserve what trees we have left and maybe also to create a park. 

I have named my group P.A.T.C.H.  (which stands for Plant A Tree Create Habitat).  How about P.A.T.C.H. groups in EVERY city in America?   Strength in numbers, I say!!!  Who says we can't fight City Hall?   Any takers and any ideas where to start? 

   

9 years ago
That is so cool that you created PATCH!  I think it is awesome that they are giving out trees to plant in those devastated areas.....but as you said, the trees that did withstand the destruction need protecting too!  That would be great to have a group such your PATCH group in every city!  I wish I knew how to get started with something like that!  How did you get started Vicky?
Haiku
9 years ago

tree

Sun blinding the shade
Tree smiling in wonder
Spring is on it's way

copyright © Bonnetta Rohde

9 years ago
Thank you for sharing that Bonnetta!  The haiku and the pic were beautiful, and a great way to welcome spring into Treehuggers! 
Wed - 7/5/06
8 years ago

"Lessons From Trees"

It's important to have roots.

In today's complex world, it pays to branch out.

If you really believe in something, don't be afraid to

go out on a limb.

Be flexible so you don't break when a harsh wind blows.

Sometimes you have to shed your old bark in order to grow.

If you want to maintain accurate records, keep a log.

It's okay to be a late bloomer.

Avoid people who would like to cut you down.

As you approach the autumn of your life, you will show

your true colors.

You could be Brilliant!

In other words "bloom where you are planted and make

the best of what you've got."

anon

Anonymous
Rose.W. I love your poem.
8 years ago

There are so many lovely poems in this thread and I thank you all for sharing your wonderful works with me.

You are all very talented people, but somehow Rose.W. your poem spoke to me. It has a simple, clean, clear message that just moved me. Thankyou very much.

Also loved the picture. What a lovely old tree.

Blessings and Peace.

Elvin

8 years ago

Hi Elven!   Thanks for taking time to read some of the great tree poetry the members have contributed!

Margaret....love that one you posted!  Thank you for adding another great one to the list!

ahhhh Trees
8 years ago

  my roots go down...down into the earth...my roots go down, down into the earth...my roots go down down into the earth...my roots go down.....

thank you tree huggers one and all!

in peace and love...

Sat. - 8/12/06
8 years ago

Lessons From Trees

It's important to have roots.

In today's complex world, it pays to branch out.

If you really believe in something, don't be afraid to go out on a limb.

Be flexible so you don't break when a harsh wind blows.

Sometimes you have to shed your old bark in order to grow.

If you want to maintain accurate records, keep a log.

It's okay to be a late bloomer.

Avoid people who would like to cut you down.

As you approach the autumn of your life, you will show your true colors.

You could be Brilliant!

In other words "bloom where you are planted and make the best of what you've got."

author unknown
8 years ago

Hi Lorraine! This tree hugger says you are welcome!

Margaret!  Love that poem!  Thanks for posting it my dear friend!

Is this tree group still active?
5 years ago

Hi. I just joined the group and the last message I was able to find for the tree poetry discussion was from 2006. Was that when the last message was posted? I wasn't sure if messages regarding tree poetry were posted somewhere else or what.

5 years ago

Hi Stacy and welcome to the group.   It is still active but Tracy has been working such long hours for a long time that she is not always able to get here on a regular basis.   If you have poetry or something you can either post it here or maybe create a new thread for it.    Invite your friends, too, and let's get this party rolling! 

I am a member and I will definitely be excited to see the group more active again!

Thanks
5 years ago

Hi Vicky,

Thanks for the green star and the warm welcome. I may post a poem I wrote about a memory tree. I haven't decided if I want to post it or not.

Anonymous
The Presence of Trees
5 years ago

The Presence of Trees

by Michael S. Glaser

I have always felt the living presence
of trees

the forest that calls to me as deeply
as I breathe,

as though the woods were marrow of my bone
as though

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 calls

that whispers home

Tree poem just posted
5 years ago

That is beautiful! I love it! Did you write that Birdie B.? Thanks for posting it.

Anonymous
5 years ago

Hi Stacy,
It is by: Michael S. Glaser
I love his work....
I am so glad you enjoyed it

5 years ago

Hi Stacy, Vicky, and Birdie! Please forgive my late response, as Vicky said, I can't make it here as often as I'd like to as of right now.  Working on it though! 

Birdie, that was a very lovely poem, thanks for posting! 

Stacy, there are active topics on here, but unfortunately the poetry one fell into a bit of a lull after awhile.  Definitely is in need of some new tree poetry, so please, don't be shy, we all would absolutely love to see the tree poem you wrote, please share!! 

Poem & mention of a Tree Poetry Contest
5 years ago

POETREE CONTEST

Earth Love and poet Stacy Smith come together in a

transatlantic poetry competition dedicated to the theme of trees.

For details, visit one of the following websites:

http://srsmith25.tripod.com/tranquilmoments/index.html

http://earthlovepoetrymagazine.co.uk/default.aspx

 

The Memory Tree

 By Stacy Smith

Last summer, in a park

where the only voices we hear

are always our own and those of

Mother Nature’s feathered choir,

after picnicking with my children

’neath the spreading arms

of a multi-tasking

being of God,

I stumbled upon

a reminder of death,

and the celebration of life.

  

On the grassy carpet, a

man’s name and his living years

are frozen in time with a small block

of stone. Behind the stone, a life’s

remembered through another one.

A few years have passed since

this new life was

first rooted into

the peaceful habitat,

where it dwells with

magnificence and splendor.

  

The living memorial bestows

comfort with its gnarling fingers as

family members gaze at a life that lives

on through the memory tree. The love

that the family members have for

this special person continues to

grow each and every

day as the oxygen

giver reaches for

the wild blue yonder,

towards the life it represents.

 

As I paused at the

tree, I thought to myself:

I hope someday when it’s my

turn to say goodbye, I’ll be honored

in the same way—a life remembered

with Mother Nature, whom I’m a big

admirer of. Then, when my future

generations would see the tree,

Rest of my poem
5 years ago

It appears my poem was cut off. Don't know what happenend there. Here is the final stanza in its entirety:

As I paused at the

tree, I thought to myself:

I hope someday when it’s my

turn to say goodbye, I’ll be honored

in the same way—a life remembered

with Mother Nature, whom I’m a big

admirer of. Then, when my future

generations would see the tree,

they would see a

reflection of me

and the memory

tree would bring

some breaths of air

to those who pass by,

when I have taken my last.

 

 Poem published in Tree Magic: Nature's Antennas, ed. by Jackie Hofer, 2005

5 years ago

Wow!   That is truly a beautiful poem, Stacy!    It gives me a feeling of serenity as I read it.   Thank you so much for writing and sharing it!  Do you have lots of published poetry and/or stories?   Or maybe that is what the link is you posted.   I will check it out in a bit. 



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Links
5 years ago

Thanks, Vicky. The links go with the blurb about the tree poetry contest that I organized with the editor of the Scotland-based magazine, Earth Love. Both links have information on the tree poetry contest, as well as nature poetry by various poets. The first link is to my website, Tranquil Moments. The second is to Earth Love. The contest will benefit a tree organization. Thanks for the nice comment on my poem and for the green star.

5 years ago

Lord, the air smells good...  by Rumi

Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown
across the garden, free medecine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly
forgetting the way back.

5 years ago

Stacy, that poem you wrote was absolutely beautiful!  I love it, thanks for sharing!  And I love the cause behind it you are supporting.

Elizabeth, that is a very lovely poem, and that painting is spectacular!

to you both!

5 years ago


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. 

                ~John Muir

5 years ago

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.

5 years ago

LONELY TREE

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten,and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning;but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

          ~  Edna St. Vincent Millay



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5 years ago

The Presence of Trees
 
    by Michael S. Glaser

I have always felt the living presence
of trees

the forest that calls to me as deeply
as I breathe,

as though the woods were marrow of my bone
as though

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 calls

that whispers home

5 years ago

Beautiful samples of tree poetry Vicky!!  I truly can relate to the one from Muir....that trees cannot be saved by fools....because it is those fools who are ruining the earth with their greed and disregard for nature!! We need more trees on this earth and so many "fools" are bulldozering and chainsawing down our beautiful tree friends.

5 years ago

I'm glad you're enjoying the poetry Tracy and yes, so many people are not only fools but callous and uncaring fools.   They show no regard for endangered animals, trees or anything.   Very sad times we are living in.    It seems the more people do to turn these problems around for the good, the more bad people do bad things.   But we cannot stop trying.

getting motivated
4 years ago

I love these poems! They are all so inspiring. I thought you'd like to know that there are some more on the Woodland Trust website too - we are trying to encourage people to protect the woods and trees they care about in their neighbourhoods (from being replaced by car parks, housing or roads for example) and several people have sent us beautiful poetry, and artwork and songs too. There are so many on here that I'd be happy to just share this link on the site if I can, or if anyone wants to send theirs to me we could also reproduce your poems there as well....http://www.woodlandtrust.org.uk/woodwatch-get-motivated.

Tree hugs, Kaye

(Campaigner, Woodland Trust)

Very true Vicky!
4 years ago

Hello there Kaye!  Thanks for posting that link! That artwork was sooo amazing!  And after reading through some of the great poetry on your site, my favorite turned out to be the "Quiet Tree"....what a great little poetic tale.   

for you!  And s also of course....

4 years ago

Hi Kaye and Tracy!   Kaye thanks so much for the link to the tree site and poetry!   I didn't have time to read all the poems but so far I fell in love with 'The Grand Old Tree'.   About the oak tree....it is so sad though..I can almost feel it's loneliness and picture it in its heyday when the children played on it, etc.   Oaks are my favorite trees and they are indeed grand!

I may try my hand at poetry and if so I'll send the poem(s) to you for reading.   How about you Tracy?   Since we are all tree lovers surely we can write some great stuff!  

4 years ago

Hi Vicky,

I'm glad you liked the poem about the old oak tree.  That was a poem I wrote a few years ago.

4 years ago

Hi Vicky and Annabelle!  I think I could come up with some poetry....I usually have a few verses going around my head, just haven't put them together and down on paper/computer screen lol.  I bet we could come up with some great poetry too!

New poet-tree
4 years ago
Hi guys - there are some more new poems and some songs too on the Woodland Trust site; one supporter sent us a short series of poems about his morning walk which shows how the woods change every day... www.woodlandtrust.org.uk/woodwatch-get-motivated
4 years ago

Thanks Kaye!!  I really like the one titled "the Joys of Nature"....awesome reading!!

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