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From The Executive Branch

Posted in poetry with tags , , on February 2, 2014 by Keith Alan Watson

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leaf and leaves now leave me speechless
left and right twist meaningless
centered in the symmetry
nature turns quietly
grown perfectly
you and me
so simple
so free
and
ez
giant oak trees-around-the-world
The Angel Oak
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From Uncle Tree

Saturday’s Mourning In Glory: Returning To Life

Posted in Christianity, poetry with tags , , on April 7, 2012 by Keith Alan Watson

Entombed in the thickest of forests He lay, donning a dark shroud of cool deadened leaves. Limbs that once held the glorious weight of the world were now, at the last, but scattered timbers on sacred grounds. Branches that once shouldered the burden of the blame had broken from the main, and still the vines held fast! Everything for which He stood – a scheme inside a dream; His crowning achievement – a sacrificial theme; all was laid to rest beside the petrifying flesh of His ancestors.

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Uncle Tree’s House

Posted in humor, poetry with tags , , , , , , , on July 6, 2011 by Keith Alan Watson

 ~ Putting music to words, and words to pictures ~

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Uncle Tree’s Temptress

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2010 by Keith Alan Watson

Illustrated by Aaron Pocock

http://aaronpocock.wordpress.com/

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She came to me one morning
without a leaf to bear.
I needed no fair warning
from the lass with twiggy hair.

She tickled my fancy twice,
and then brushed against me thrice.
The warm-up was very nice, but
her next move came with a price.

I paid for it dearly, and tipped her properly.
Then I asked,
“See you again next Friday?”

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Medicated Lady Drills Uncle Tree

Posted in Entertainment, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2009 by Keith Alan Watson

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http://medicatedlady.wordpress.com/2009/07/20/beneath-the-bark-the-rooting-of-uncle-tree/

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Please come and give the dear lady a piece of your mind.

Watch out for splinters.

Tree Crossing

Posted in poetry with tags , , on February 14, 2009 by Keith Alan Watson

I’m so glad you stopped!

Yes, I’ve been felled and can’t get up.

I never intended to cross the road.

The other side never looked greener.

I do hope you welcome the detour.

You’ll find a knife in the fork just ahead.

In a minute, you can leave your mark.

Carve your initials into my bark.

Now add a plus sign for good measure.

Then under that – the name you treasure.

Surround them both with a human heart,

Captured in love, in rapture thou art.

No skin off my back, I feel no pain.

‘Tis good to be on the road again!

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