"gumtrees" poems - Hello Poetry

Along I strolled a country path spread with leaves of happy shade, sunspots sprinkled on the turf, insects humming in the glade. Towering gumtrees soar aloft running mauve to whitish tan, strips of bark hang limply downward richly capped with leafy crown. The great bowl squats, it’s fan of massive roots inumerable. The leaves are wet and silver sunlight sparks from sheen to sheen, dazzling those who care to notice moss so green, and lacelike in it’s tiny brittle intricacy Sunlight stirs the breeze to eddy swirls of leaves in turn do bring the brown eyed blackbird out to sing his lilting challenge; blue crisp air. Delightful is the word I choose to announce my sentiments, nature in late summer gown, drab winter in disgust relents another day with thunderous frown. Marshalg Ferntree Gully 26th March 1969

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Nov 9, 2011

Nov 9, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Spare Moments Thought of Today's Bush

Along I strolled a country path spread with leaves of happy shade, sunspots sprinkled on the turf, insects humming in the glade. Towering gumtrees soar aloft running mauve to whitish tan, strips of bark hang limply downward richly capped with leafy crown. The great bowl squats, it’s fan of massive roots inumerable. The leaves are wet and silver sunlight sparks from sheen to sheen, dazzling those who care to notice moss so green, and lacelike in it’s tiny brittle intricacy Sunlight stirs the breeze to eddy swirls of leaves in turn do bring the brown eyed blackbird out to sing his lilting challenge; blue crisp air. Delightful is the word I choose to announce my sentiments, nature in late summer gown, drab winter in disgust relents another day with thunderous frown. Marshalg Ferntree Gully 26th March 1969

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The bushland calls Of my childhood dreams Amongst the wild My soul it, sings The gentle breeze light upon the skin Sun upon my face it welcomes me in To the lands of summers Though now long gone Memories of the heats haze With a white juvenile horse Within a closed off field it lay But young and free it was born Birds flying high above Shielding the rays of the sky Perfectly clear a crystal bright blue Not a single cloud in sight Fields filled with nothing But the dirt beneath our feet Dull patches of green and yellow Amongst cattle it feeds A rooster it crows loud The chooks begin to run As bruce, a little staffy Chases them about Work shed full of tools Covered by a rusted tin roof Parked beside it old barrols And a broken down ute Stone walls of the house To keep it cool inside Spread across the cold floors A reddish brown cowhide Worn down leather couch Out upon the front porch An eski filled with stubbies Where the boys had their "talks" I feel the memories flooding back This peacefulness, this sense of home Hours pass by within seconds Losing myself in the zone My footsteps have long faded with time As has my name once carved upon the gumtrees The white stallion no longer grazes near by Nor do the same cattle dwell in that field Worn down by time and way of the land Though I do intend to return again To share the beauty of this place Drawn back by the old fate The day melts away like the snow And I hear my parent calling my name This place will forever be my second home Because I know here, I'll never be alone

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Sep 30, 2018

Sep 30, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC

SafetyWithinWords

The Summer Haze of the Outback

The bushland calls Of my childhood dreams Amongst the wild My soul it, sings The gentle breeze light upon the skin Sun upon my face it welcomes me in To the lands of summers Though now long gone Memories of the heats haze With a white juvenile horse Within a closed off field it lay But young and free it was born Birds flying high above Shielding the rays of the sky Perfectly clear a crystal bright blue Not a single cloud in sight Fields filled with nothing But the dirt beneath our feet Dull patches of green and yellow Amongst cattle it feeds A rooster it crows loud The chooks begin to run As bruce, a little staffy Chases them about Work shed full of tools Covered by a rusted tin roof Parked beside it old barrols And a broken down ute Stone walls of the house To keep it cool inside Spread across the cold floors A reddish brown cowhide Worn down leather couch Out upon the front porch An eski filled with stubbies Where the boys had their "talks" I feel the memories flooding back This peacefulness, this sense of home Hours pass by within seconds Losing myself in the zone My footsteps have long faded with time As has my name once carved upon the gumtrees The white stallion no longer grazes near by Nor do the same cattle dwell in that field Worn down by time and way of the land Though I do intend to return again To share the beauty of this place Drawn back by the old fate The day melts away like the snow And I hear my parent calling my name This place will forever be my second home Because I know here, I'll never be alone

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winter nights, the gumtrees would brush up against my window. i could hear the leaves fall, and the branches twist, the raindrops slapping the pavement, the beaded droplets slithering down my window. and when i looked out into the midnight darkness, i saw dim street lights, and bobbing buoys detailed with marine lights. i could smell the fine detail of smoke, the salty crisp air. those nights, i wished your body was next to mine, sleeping soundly- i would have imagined you smelled like salt and rain- me, tracing the rope burns stamped into your palm. and those nights, while the playful gumtrees tickled my window... i knew everything would be sound in the morning.

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC

katielesliee

the gumtrees

winter nights, the gumtrees would brush up against my window. i could hear the leaves fall, and the branches twist, the raindrops slapping the pavement, the beaded droplets slithering down my window. and when i looked out into the midnight darkness, i saw dim street lights, and bobbing buoys detailed with marine lights. i could smell the fine detail of smoke, the salty crisp air. those nights, i wished your body was next to mine, sleeping soundly- i would have imagined you smelled like salt and rain- me, tracing the rope burns stamped into your palm. and those nights, while the playful gumtrees tickled my window... i knew everything would be sound in the morning.

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