Vines can reacheth up to the sky Supp'rt'd by the sturdy pine Given the chance to groweth and thrive Curl and twist'd up rough skinn'd oaks To seeth the w'rld through eyes up high Unreachable but f'r those deep, stout roots Anon finally able to floweth'r and fruit Climbing up by the crackling bark On the backs of the pines and belly of the oaks
@LadyRavenhill 2018 rewrite of 2016 poem Starting a collection of just my Shakespearean poetry called W'rds of a Nimble-Footed Mistress. check it out on my profile as I add more, I have so many still to post. Who knows, maybe I will finally publish something?
“Let’s burn oaks!” my mother said Then she lit a tiny match Still can’t fit it in my head So much fire made from scratch She said: “Oaks! Let’s burn them all!” Then she drank a glass of wine ‘Twas a sunny day in fall Fire started, I was nine
You were once vast, large and never lied Stretching far and reaching high Now you are a wooden twig Pulled away and Broken by a pig The pig who didn't care for what used to be the magnificent tree who sat in my yard by the garage and the pool In which, you had rule, over all those tiny sapling oaks who now look up and mope Because trees are limited and rigged with beehives, but many see that as the loss of their wives.
This was brought up many times during Earth Day, Pencils. So we owe them and Conrad Gessner, for inventing the pencil. Some people bury their family members in their yards, under a favorite tree, so that is where the last line came from.
Vines can reach up to the sky Supported by the sturdy pine Given the chance to grow and thrive Curl and twist up rough skinned oaks To see the world through eyes up high Unreachable but for those deep, strong roots Now finally able to flower and fruit Climbing up by the bark Of the pines and the oaks
@LadyofRavenhill 11/13/16 Costructive feeback on my poems is always welcome.
We have stood ship backed Against the wind, and the rain Our roots delve deep in the Devon soil. Moss, and bird song protect us We watch, we breath as the sun turns. Our branches hold a thousand lives Earthbound we know our songs. Spinning endlessly under the ancient stars
About the trees that grow around Dartmoor, Devon U.K.