Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 4,279 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Underneath The Jacaranda Tree - Poem by Juan Olivarez

On a windy day, I saw her standing there,
Underneath the jacaranda tree.
With purple blossoms in her hair,
Amidst a purple sea.

The purple reflected in her eyes,
As the clouds went rolling by.
I swear I could hear the angels cries,
From heaven's throne on high.

Underneath the jacaranda tree,
A little fountain ran.
With crystal waters running pure and free,
The purest in the land.

In the fountain she dipped her hand,
In crystal waters cold and fine.
And let water drip on the sugar white sands,
Long ago when she was mine.

The jacaranda tree withstood the test of time,
It has grown old along with me.
The purple blossoms still wax divine,
They rain down falling free.

And the wind blew through the boughs,
Of the jacaranda tree.
Raining purple like it still does now,
But she is gone from me.

When the jacaranda tree blooms in the spring,
And purple blossoms fill the sky.
I hear her and the angels when they sing,
Somewhere in heaven, way up high.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Underneath The Jacaranda Tree by Juan Olivarez

  • Claudia KrizayClaudia Krizay (10/10/2011 12:51:00 PM)

    I swear this is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read-thank you for sharing! A 10+++++! ! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 15, 2014


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