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Blue Pines

Scott Thomas OutlarMay 25, 2020

Blue Pines written by: Scott Thomas Outlar @17Numa I consulted my stars during a dry spell in the plains they told me to lie down in the grass ...

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Kemunto

Daniel GekongeMay 4, 2020

Kemunto written by: Daniel Gekonge @Dan_Gekonge1 I want you to touch me Like the sun does to the trees So that I can shed off every garment I wa...

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Spring

hedgehogApril 28, 2020

Spring written by: hedgehog Along the canal the trees lie silent Like men in the trenches falling and dying Seized by a blast from winters icy breat...

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Hello

Edward DonnellyMarch 20, 2020

Hello written by: Edward Donnelly @odetoapoet Shrouded in sunshine The morning was new, quiet The trees waved hello...

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Obsadzam Świat Drzewami

Józefa Ślusarczyk-LatosMarch 18, 2020

Obsadzam Świat Drzewami written by: Józefa Ślusarczyk-Latos obsadzam świat drzewami aby był czysty i spokojny by słuchać ptasich altów pieśni zielo...

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Birches

SpillwordsMarch 15, 2020

Birches a poem by: Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's ...

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Maple Gang

Michael BallMarch 6, 2020

Maple Gang written by: Michael Ball @whirred Premature defoliation strikes sugar maples, — the boisterous boys who push into the party, sing a qui...

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A Season of Smiles

EugeniaFebruary 21, 2020

A Season of Smiles written by: Franci Eugenia Hoffman @riccikeeper signals from springtime birds and bees blossoms and things a season to swoon fr...

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Winter Kissed Dream

Karen E. BradleyDecember 24, 2019

Winter Kissed Dream written by: Karen E. Bradley Walking amidst snow covered trees our breath freezing upon the air hand in hand past Christmas ligh...

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The Pines and The Grackles

Don KnowlesDecember 7, 2019

The Pines and The Grackles written by: Don Knowles @DonKnowles3 A flock nestled in our Scottish Pines today Hordes of cackling Grackles resting on...

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The Trees

Maria Dulce Leitao ReisNovember 15, 2019

The Trees written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis The road where I’m walking Is full of trees Backwards stay the trees Of Despair, Misfortune, Pain ...

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Suffragette

Alan BrittNovember 8, 2019

Suffragette written by: Alan Britt Eyes the color of moss enter a harmonica like the feral wind through Georgia pecan trees. Personality fashioned ...

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Autumn

John BaverstockSeptember 23, 2019

Autumn written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK Fallen leaves now line the paths, Summer had slipped away, Woodland trees stripped bare, Looking somber and forl...

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Susana

Rob CookeSeptember 2, 2019

Susana written by: Rob Cooke @BoBarnum1 My sweet, sweet Susana Your hair swishing in the breeze Dancing through the trees of Louisiana My sweet...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...