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Memories of A Tree (Poetry)

Updated on October 25, 2016
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Jack of quite a few trades but a master of one. Read my hubs and figure it out for yourself. I do lots of research on various subjects.

A Celebration Tree

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A Tree Full of Life

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Ever Swung in a Tire from a Tree?

Standing tall and beautiful with greenish colored leaves

May be of oak or of pine but to the roots it cleaves

It is strong and mighty and just may bare some fruit

It’s the icon of nature, without a substitute

A tree can dance by its limbs
From swishy washy wind
It may whither a lightening storm
Still a picturesque in the end

A tree is home to birds, to bees and others
Ever climbed a tree like your sisters and brothers?
Up in it, you’re protected
Peace is projected
On top of the world
How can you be dejected?

A tree can be your friend
It never minds your bother
Can tell it precious dreams
Do you know it has a Father?

Tree leaves change colors
At the end of the fall season
And the tree prepares to return
For we may be its reason

A tree may bear that fruit

that is tasty and so sweet

Like pears, apples and plums
That are safe for us to eat

The hub of a tree was a savior

Once climbed it to get away from a dog

It will even make a cozy treetop house

It is a monument where I walk or jog

A tree comes in all sizes

Fat skinny, short or tall

Some are ferocious but never terrorrizes

No matter how big or small

A tree can be a shady tree

That shields us from the sun

But never stand by it through lightening and thunder

Do you have a favorite one?


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      RTalloni 18 months ago from the short journey

      Writing a poem just for fun can be a neat creative outlet. After reading your poem I remembered a favorite childhood tree that provided sturdy branches to climb up in for a bit of breeze in the Florida heat and feathery leaves to filter the rays.

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      Shaloo Walia 19 months ago

      Trees are a blessing in so many ways which you have beautifully described in your poem. Happy 2016!

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      Word 20 months ago from Chicago

      Hi Marilyn, Thank you for stopping by and leaving such a generous comment. Glad you appreciate trees as well as your mom did. Trees are naturally live and beautiful. God bless!

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      Marilyn Frye Boykin 20 months ago

      Many years ago in my adult life, I picked apples standing on a ladder. At the beggining I was fearful because the tree was huge but it soon became a magical experience for me because the tree and the apples became mystical. Beautiful experienc . My mother loved trees.

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      Word 2 years ago from Chicago

      Thank you for your comment peachp.

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      peachy 2 years ago from Home Sweet Home

      i love my cactus tree, no leaves to brush my face but thorny leaves. Anyway, a tree in the backyard makes a home feel peaceful

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      Word 3 years ago from Chicago

      Thank you Au fait for having a love for trees. They mean so much to our lives. Thanks for stopping by and have a blessed day.

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      C E Clark 3 years ago from North Texas

      I love trees. They're both beautiful and useful, not only to humans, but to many living things.

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      Leni Sands 3 years ago from UK

      I love writing about trees and I love the content of this poem, beautiful. I also have some poems about trees.

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