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When She Speaks To Me

Posted in poetry with tags , , on April 24, 2015 by Uncle Tree

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From the bark of a puppy dog
to the croak of a bullfrog
She knows the language of life

From the pussy cat’s “Meow”
to the Willow’s humble bow
She knows the signs of strife

From the Raven’s rowdy “Kaw!”
to the roses raised for all
She sings for the whole gallery

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But when she speaks to me
the woods become one tree
and peace reigns in the valley

for UT, who loves her gladly
with a madness

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© Uncle Tree

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Dedicated to Caroline, my love

Caroline Watson

 

Hanging On For Dear Life After Death

Posted in poetry with tags , on April 4, 2015 by Uncle Tree

hanging on

After most of us have passed away
a piece of us is left to stay
hanging on for
better days
with a
leg
up
on the future

Uncle Tree

The Imp Path

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , on February 21, 2015 by Uncle Tree

The Imp Of Ivy

Tickling her way through the moss in the Spring
young imp bursts forth into the light of day
Winding a path from the trunk to the crown
by Summer’s end she will be free to kiss the sky
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Waving in the wind and waltzing in the rain
she feels for her ancient oak, making his life sensational
Her ecstatic cling informs his essential being
Thus he knows in the densest way just why his sap stirs so

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Hesse: For Trees Eyes Only

Posted in Quotes with tags , on January 4, 2015 by Uncle Tree

a favorite author Hesse

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured.”

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The Making Of Sir Willow

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on September 13, 2014 by Uncle Tree

Bruce Marlin

♪ ♫ ♪

Stealing a glance under my branch,
I spied a green-eyed lady,
as if, by Chance, or Fate’s romance,
she found me cool and shady.

I heard her sigh for times gone by,
her breath grew slow and steady.
I knew not why, but in her cry,
old tears stood at the ready.

Releasing all, the rain did fall
on ruddy roots and timber.
Like thunder calls that break down walls;
like leaves turn in September.

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Tree Dancing

Posted in poetry with tags , , on July 1, 2014 by Uncle Tree

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In the twilight ~ West Sun’s daughter

photon dancing on the water

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From The Executive Branch

Posted in poetry with tags , , on February 2, 2014 by Uncle Tree

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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
*♥*
From Uncle Tree
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