Watching Our Young Tree Poem by Mary Nagy

Watching Our Young Tree



As the wind begins to bluster
we watch that tattered tree.
It's grown to mean so much to us
we planted it....you and me.

Today the wind seems brutal
as we watch our young tree bend.
Our fear is that it's just too weak.
Don't let this be the end.

In horror we just watch it
while it nearly bends in half.
We hear it creak (or is it cry) .
And through our nerves we laugh.

To our suprise it stands tall.
It's weathered one more day.
It may be slightly curved now
but that curve will go away.

We get to watch our young tree
grow to wondrous heights.
In life this also happens
but do we recognize the sights.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simon Whild 10 November 2005

A very good and well realised metaphor, Mary. I liked this one very much.

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David Darbyshire 10 November 2005

I like this one as well mary, what kind of tree is it..weaping willow, apple, evergreen? have FUN dave xxx

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Uriah Hamilton 10 November 2005

It really has been windy this week in Michigan.

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Alice Vedral Rivera 10 November 2005

I loved reading this. avr

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Lori Boulard 10 November 2005

I love the way you capture this moment! I'm looking at the same scene out my window.

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Herbert Nehrlich1 11 November 2005

N I C E..... I have a bit of trouble with the last line, maybe you can think about it. Allan has discovered you as well, he does have an uncanny taste... Best H

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Allan James Saywell 10 November 2005

YOU MUST BE A LOVELY PERSON MARY I ENJOY YOUR POETRY IT MUST PLEASE CERTAIN PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU ARE POPULAR CHILDREN WOULD LEARN FROM YOU AND THAT IS A BONUS WARM REGARDS AJS

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Ernestine Northover 10 November 2005

I love all kinds of trees Mary, we have a Parotia tree in the garden in memory of Rory one of our cocker spaniels. We also have a turkish hazel, which we planted when we moved in, that's about 18 ft high, and also a Christmas Tree we planted when we had had it in the house for Christmas many years ago that's 12 ft high now. Some trees are very precious when they are connected to someone or something very special. Love Ernestine XXX

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Raynette Eitel 10 November 2005

Excellent writing, Mary. The tree weathered the storms, just as all of us weather our private storms. Raynette

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Cj Heck 10 November 2005

Lovely metaphor of life. Well done, Mary. You have a gentle spirit and a sweetness comes through in a lot of your work. Hugs to you, CJ

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