Monday, 9 January 2017

THE TREE:

While people are experiencing bad weather
I thought a tree in spring may cheer them up.
I wrote this many years ago and won a local poetry prize.
THE TREE:
The tree outside my window,
Are blossoming with buds of spring.
Way up in this tree,
The birds begin to sing.
 
Their song is for the present.
They've forgotten yesterday.
They don't sing of tomorrow,
For that 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 beneath this 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,
As we hearlad 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.
He too can see my tree.
 
Copyright All Rights Reserved:
Yvonne Lewis 2008:
From the book Negative V. Positive:

28 comments:

  1. A wonderful narration all within the confines of a chic little tree! Nicely Yvonne!

    Hank

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    1. Thanks Hank for your most welcomed visit and comment.

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  2. A lovely poem with a very poignant last verse Yvonne. Your prize was well deserved :)

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    1. Thanks you Tigermouse for your lovely comment.

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  3. So much happening around one simple tree. It's important, as are all of us.

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  4. Great verse indeed. Could use nice green over white snow any day too

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    1. Thank you Pat for a great comment.
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  5. What a lovely tribute.
    Beautiful.

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    1. Thank you Sandra, nice of you to say so.

      Yvonne.

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  6. You have discovered the tree of life. Such a wonder one simple tree can give so much to the world.

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    1. Thank you Diane you saw the poem in a way I never thought of.

      Yvonne.

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  7. It is lovely and poignant. We could use a little spring around here today.

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    1. Thank you Susan, I hope the weather improves, we have heavy rain today.

      Yvonne.

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  8. A winner for sure- the poem, pic, and the joy of a tree

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    1. Many thanks Joanne for your kind words.

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  9. Lovely tree, and lovely poem! It's like a breath of fresh air after the cold and icy conditions we've had.

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    1. I heard about your weather, we have rain today.
      Thanks for your kind comment.

      Yvonne.

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  10. I love trees. :) This was lovely. Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thank you Chrys for your lovely comment.

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  11. Thanks for the cheer! We just came out of the biggest storm I've ever experienced. Trees are down everywhere around us and we've been out of power since last night at 6PM. Your spring blossoms were a treat.

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    1. Lee, what an awful experience you had to endure.
      Hope your power returns soon.

      Yvonne.

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  12. So much life surrounds the tree, lovely poem and a cheery springtime picture.

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    1. Many thanks Suzanne for your kind comment.
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  13. What an elegant composition. We lovers have our tree.
    Dream on...

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    1. Thanks Martin for your comment, much appreciated.
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  14. Beautiful, Yvonne. One of my favorite things to do is watch the birds in the trees. They don't ask much of life, just food and a place for their nests. Like your poem says, they don't think about yesterday, it's in the past. They don't worry about tomorrow. They enjoy the present. Good lessons for all of us. Your poem is a great way to start the day.

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    1. Thank you Beverly for your wonderful comment, I do so appreciate each and every one.

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