TREES
TREES
There are trees and trees
Standing in the sunlight
Shooting the breeze,
Grandpa’s and grannies,
Mommies and daddies,
Babies cute and small,
Soldiers in a row
Standing straight and tall,
Branches open wide
Giving welcome shade,
While some trees grow,
Provide a sheltered glade
With seclusion for lovers
Or concealment for others.
Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 09 February 2013 16:35











yes, they are all that, and they do all that (i am in love with trees)… the image of all those trees standing about ‘shooting the breeze’ really made me smile – wonderfully done, Denise
Oh thank you so much, Ruth. I adore trees and always imagine them to be like people… I have now started to take pictures of them. There is one gorgeous, huge ‘Father Christmas’ of a tree in the grounds opposite my flatlet and he seems to watch everything that goes on here, lol.
smiles..i am rather fond of trees…and all they provde…at times the shelter and others concealment…they bring me solace often…
I often find them a comforting presence, particularly the big mature trees.
‘I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree’ …
but yours has a good try, indeed!
That is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever heard, Col. Mine cannot possibly be compared. It was written half in jest…
We had a wonderful walk among the trees today, Adee . . . we visited the Crawley Nature Center for the first time and wandered a boardwalk to a tower. First we looked up at the trees . . . and then we looked down on them.
Lovely post.
How absolutely gorgeous, Nancy. The view from the tower should have been wonderful too.
Your poem brought this thought to the fore – What events they witnessed, what stories they hold, how much they could tell, if they would.
Thank you
Oh, yes, Eric. Some of the very old ones go back hundreds of years! Thank you for your comment.
Yes! A friend of mine remarked recently how marvellous it is that a tree can block the power of the sun – I had never thought about it!
It puts a new slant on things, doesn’t it, BB.