roads, streams and mother earth
rooted in the past
springtime life is birthed
the miracle won’t last
there is a cycle flowing through
that brings wonder to our eyes
tears of if we only knew
filling us with ardent surprise
of tomorrows that have past
trees that speak of what’s to come
the awesome die is cast
of what we will become
roads, streams and mother earth
spin cartwheels for our pleasure
shining now for all it’s worth
seek deeply hidden treasure
In a list
A contest entry
- Grandfather's Tree - afternoon contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended March 1, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh yes...how beautiful a write..
"trees that speak of what’s to come
the awesome die is cast
of what we will become" -
Very well done! So descriptive and wonderful flow. The cycle of life does happen everywhere. Lovely look at Nature.
Best to you in the contest!
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this is very beautiful, such alot of description in the space you have used, i truly love the second stanza. you have rhymed it well; i wish you luck in the contest
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