Mary Nagy

Rookie (11-08-1970)

Watching Our Young Tree - Poem by Mary Nagy

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 about Watching Our Young Tree by Mary Nagy

  • (11/11/2005 3:32:00 AM)


    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
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  • (11/10/2005 5:31:00 PM)


    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 (11/10/2005 2:26:00 PM)


    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 (Report) Reply

  • (11/10/2005 10:33:00 AM)


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

    Raynette
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  • Cj Heck (11/10/2005 8:58:00 AM)


    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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  • (11/10/2005 8:42:00 AM)


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

  • Alice Vedral Rivera (11/10/2005 8:41:00 AM)


    I loved reading this.

    avr
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  • (11/10/2005 8:06:00 AM)


    It really has been windy this week in Michigan. (Report) Reply

  • (11/10/2005 8:06:00 AM)


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

  • (11/10/2005 7:56:00 AM)


    A very good and well realised metaphor, Mary. I liked this one very much. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 10, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 13, 2006


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