Wednesday, 22 April 2015

THE A TO Z CHALLENGE 2015: (I) TALK TO THE TREES:

 WELCOME TO THE 20TH LETTER OF
THE A TO Z CHALLENGE 2015:
I HAVE CHOSEN AN UNUSAL TITLE
FOR TODAYS POEM OF MINE
AND EVEN MORE UNUSAL SINGER.

T
is for
(I) TALK TO THE TREES:
RECORDED BY CLINT EASTWOOD:
The old tree outside my window
Are blossoming with buds of spring.
Way up in this tree,
The birds begin to sing.

Their songs is for the present,
They've forgotten yesterday.
They don't sing of tomorrow
For that's another day.

They hop from branch to branch
In this tree so old and tall.
This tree must know many secrets
But it does not tell a soul.

How many people in love
Have kissed benaeath the tree?
As the moon shone from above
Over land and over sea.

As the evening approaches,
The birds songs are full of sorrow.
Perhaps they are thinking
Will I be here tomorrow?

In the middle of the night
You'll hear the hoot of the old owl,
And there beneath the tree
The sly fox on the prowl.

As the hours tick on by
We herald a new dawn.
The rising of the sun,
The dew upon the lawn.

There in the midst of the beauty
Stands my faithful tree,
The birds are singing songs of love
But sadly not for me.

For I have loved and lost,
No more will him I see.
But high in Heaven above I'm sure
He too can see my tree.

Copyright Yvonne Lewis
PS: Recently I have moved so don't see
my old tree:

28 comments:

  1. It and the birds are still there, singing away! Well, the birds are singing. Not sure about the tree.

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    1. Yes Alex you're right but I do miss the old apartment and garden,
      Thanks for the comment.
      Yvonne.

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  2. This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing it!
    Visit me at: Life & Faith in Caneyhead
    I am Ensign B of Tremps' Troops
    with the A to Z Challenge

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    1. Hello Barbara many thanks for visiting and the lovely comment,
      Yvonne.
      PS if you're on Google Plus I can't get through.

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    1. I spent much time watcing the birds and squirrels in that tree, I do miss it.
      Thanks for your visit and comment.
      Yvonne.

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  4. Oh, it's so sad you don't see the tree any more but you wrote a beautiful poem about it. I bet you miss it, don't you?

    I find your poems very interesting, they always tell an intriguing story and are great to read. Looking forward to more. :)

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    1. Hi, thanks for your most lovely comment, it cheered me ,
      Also thanks for coming by.
      Yvonne.

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  5. I am sorry you no longer see your old tree. Hopefully their are new things that will catch your attention and your poetic imagination. Another great tribute to a beautiful tree!

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    1. Many thanks Gregg, there are many cats in the street I live but unfortunately the humans can't or won't be bothered to speak even if I wish them Good day.
      I appreciate your visit.
      Yvonne.

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  6. Never would I anticipate Clint Eastwood was a singer! A pleasant surprise indeed Yvonne!

    Hank

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  7. Sad and happy share, great words out on a limb... and I must have missed Eastwood as a singer...

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    1. Thanks Jeremy, I didn't know about Clint being a singer either.
      Yvonne.

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  8. The tree is sure a good home still to many a creature I bet

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    1. Yes you're right Pat but it was part of my life for seven and a half years.
      Yvonne.

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  9. This was a sad one. Very well done!

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    1. Thanks Chrys. yes it was rather sad.
      Yvonne.

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  10. I really like that poem. if you're collecting for a book this one should go in.

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    1. Thanks Stephen, it's already been published in my first book/

      Yvonne.

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  11. I loved this poem. Your poetry really speaks to me and I look forward to reading it each day.

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    1. That's very kind of you to say that, Much appreciated.
      Yvonne.

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  12. A sad story, but having the tree in your memory and your poem is wonderful.

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  13. Yes it is sad, oh but I do miss that tree and the family that adorned it.
    Thanks for the comment.
    Yvonne.

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  14. Beautiful and so sad, Yvonne. I often wonder what stories the trees could tell us, and I can picture the birds singing their song, enjoying the day, not worrying about tomorrow. Which is what we all should do.

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  15. Thanks Beverly, a lovely comment I appreciated very much.
    Yvonne.

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  16. Oh my that was so beautifully sad, my eyes have teared. I liked how you described all the times of day and night, it appears how knowledgeable you are about the tree.

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    1. Sorry for the tears. I felt sad moving away from there leaving my tree there.
      Thanks for the comment and visit.

      Yvonne.

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