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Inside The Oak Embrace
Inside The Oak Embrace written by: Cris Charboneau Steele I try to imagine the First Natives on...
Entering Winter with a Line from Gwendolyn Brooks
Entering Winter with a Line from Gwendolyn Brooks written by: D.R. James Horizon’s burst-smear of pink nonchalance...
Under The Big Oak Tree
Under The Big Oak Tree written by: Loredano Cafaro “There it is!” exclaims Francesco, stopping in his...
Where Have the Trees and Horses Gone?
Where Have the Trees and Horses Gone? written by: John Riddle On a recent vacation to the...
Oak Trees in October
Oak Trees in October written by: Phillip Dodd Oak trees in October, I hear your fine fiddle...
Deforestation
Deforestation written by: Adithya Patil There are no trees in this poem. No plants, no saplings. Nothing...
Saigon Sunday Morning
Saigon Sunday Morning written by: Roger Turner @titansdad the air was thick and heavy the sun was...
Clouds, Crows and The Owl
Clouds, Crows and The Owl written by: Sue Marie St. Lee The searing summer sun is hidden...
Me and My Pen
Me and My Pen written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin The little girl smiled and ran to the...
Oak Traitor
Oak Traitor written by: Michael Ball @whirred Betrayed by an acorn, let us mourn its ingratitude. Scooping...
Throng of Mornings
Throng of Mornings written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield @KenKadfield The belltower could be seen through undulating mists....
Silent Whisper
Silent Whisper written by: Dr. Gideon Sampson Cecil I am like the silent oak tree standing at the...
A Tree-Hugger
a tree-hugger written by: Magdalena Podobińska When I look at her years ago she seems so lonely and...
