Poems About: TREE
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157.First Christmas Tree
A story of the first Christmas tree I will tell
Sent to yearly remind us wishing us well
Angels had to find the most perfect tree
Perfect for everyone not just you and me read more »Micron
A tree stood so strong on top of a hill.
It was majestic and handsome, gracious if you will
It was a shelter to some, to others a toy read more »Lauren Saari
159.Song of the Little White Girl
Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, what is the matter?
Why are you shaking so? Why do you chatter?
Because it is just a white baby you see,
And it's the black ones you like, cabbage tree? read more »Katherine Mansfield
160.Spare The Tree
It has been said with certainty
That only God can grow a tree.
Man does not seem to understand
That trees are part of God's great plan. read more »Mary Frances Green
161.A Tirelan Song
At the foot of the mount where the rock men dwell
And below the green plain where the goats graze
Tall reach the trees that Wintonwi hands
Called from the earth in Queen Ailynwy’s days. read more »Sophia White
162.(725) Christmas Treasures
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree.
Lush, green ambiance standing before me.
Mesmerized by childhood memories.
I smile and ponder of which I see. read more »Melvina Germain
163.Trees Reflect Memories
Trees sprout from a tiny seed
Grow majestic to see
Whether an oak or a maple
Or a China Berry tree read more »Marilyn Lott
164.As the Pine Cypress tree would say
I want to be like the Cassia tree-
The Cassia tree by the river side
I want to be like the Cassia tree
firmly rooted in the soil inside read more »konye ori
165.The Countryside Around Leongatha
The Countryside around Leongatha may look green
But sad to say so few trees to be seen
The pioneering farmers cut the old trees away
And for so called progress there's some price to pay. read more »Francis Duggan
166.On Seeing Tawny Frogmouths
At nightfall the birds known as tawny frogmouth come out in family groups of three or four
They do not have a song the only sounds they do make is a sort of a low pitched nasal snore
In the wooded parkland they fly from tree to tree in their search for tree insects and flies
And they return to roost on their roosting trees at the dawning just before sunrise, read more »Francis Duggan
167.Beneath the Trees..
Beneath the trees is a place I call my own,
a place where you and I can make a home.
Beneath the trees are memories I miss,
it's also the place of our very first kiss. read more »Kayla Bryant
168.A Old Ginkgo Tree Meditating on the Past at U of T
A ginkgo tree
The same period as dinosaur
Looking at the ginkgo tree
Meditating on the past as I saw read more »hormish woo