STEVE EVANS poetically speaking
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To Touch A Tree
To touch a tree
And climb amongst its limbs
To shelter in its canopy
And be wafted by the winds
To touch a tree
And hang amongst the leaves
To enter this reality
And surrender disbeliefs
To touch a tree
And reach around its trunk
To see how sweet the fruit can be
And use it to get drunk
To touch a tree
And when the mind is high
To turn ones wishes free
As fledglings learn to fly
To touch a tree
And wonder, wonder why
To wrestle with infinity
And rub shoulders with the sky
To touch a tree
And whistle with the birds
To sit upon the mother's knee
And play around with words.
Poetree
Though mighty be
The tallest tree
Root and branch
Face Avalanche
In tempests storm
Strong limbs are torn
The wisdom of a tree
Natures way for all to see
Not left by hell to mend
But supplely in the wind to bend.
A POETREE:
A
ASH
ALDER
JUNIPER
CRABAPPLE
ROWANCHERRY
BEECHHAZELHOLLY
PINECHESTNUTMAPLE
PEARWILLOWHAWTHORN
BOX
ELM
OAK
YEW
GRASSGRASSGRASS
A Proud Old Tree
I’m a twisted knobbly old tree
At least that’s what people are calling me
But I’ve stood through storms
And driving rain
Lightning strikes with limbs aflame
A witness of war or a lovers tryst
Bloody duels – oh, how tender she kissed
Now here I stand as you see
Bowed but not broken
With little left to worry me
Wise but old
Twisted not cold
Knobbly I may be
But I am a proud old tree.
The Old Man In The Tree
An old man lives in a tree
He's sat there for eternity
He and the tree see all
Winter, spring, summer through fall
Leaves fill the air
With the breath that we share
Roots fill the ground
And the world turns around
Without ever leaving his tree
He sees all there is to see
In the time it takes you to blink
He's heard every thought that you think
Leaves fill the air
With the breath that we share
Roots fill the ground
And the world turns around
The Old Man closes his eyes
A wind in the tree softly sighs
The universe senses his pain
Then he opens his eyes once again.
Poetree
.......sTay
Rooted but
bEnd in the wind
whEn it
blowS.......
The Wood
"Well oi can't see the wood"
Said t'ree fellers
Out of a job.
Tree Tales
The Trees that line the street
In all their finery replete
They soften the view till autumn’s fall
When then they have no leaves at all
Yet cushion the ground beneath our feet.
Fall & Leaves (10w)
Falling leaves
Leaving trees
Summer's done
Autumn's come.
A Poetree
planT
acoRns
seEk
pEace
Smile
Poetree
Willow, billow
Oak, joke
Pear, prayer
Lime, prime
Beech, screech
Pine, time
Yew, me
Poetree.
Poetree
Sycamore
Sycaless
Sycapressure
Sycastress
Sycatidy
Sycamess
Sycawho
Sycaguess
Sycano
Sycayes
Sycagirdle
Sycadress
Sycamustard
Sycacress
Sycaporn
Sycachess
SycathreeSycafour
Sycareason
Sycamore
Sycacess
Poetree
10w
Because the trees bow
down
Doesn’t mean they aren’t
proud
Climb down from the trees rise up from the seas? (10w)
