I don't

By Daniel Saint-John

Fri, 24 Feb 2012

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There are awful days.
That is a fact of life.

But there are also trees.
With green bright foliage.
Have you wondered what is the memory of trees?
Their millenial wisdom,
their unstoppable patience.
Getting blown by cold winds just to regain, immediately, composure,
and poise.
And ultimately, trees stand tall,
and strong,
their roots thickened,
trully holding ground,
blossoming flower and fruit.

What a joy, this giving,
always: shade or greenery.

You remember the awfulness?
I don't.

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My favourite lines are:

Permalink Submitted by alexwritings on Fri, 2012-02-24 22:46

My favourite lines are: "Have you wondered what is the memory of trees? Their millenial wisdom, their unstoppable patience. Getting blown by cold winds just to regain, immediately, composure, and poise." It makes complete sense thanks to its careful and controlled use of vocabulary, and the overall point you make from it is an awesome way of viewing the world! Well done :)

Thank you very much for the

Permalink Submitted by Daniel Saint-John on Fri, 2012-02-24 23:42

Thank you very much for the warm comment, galeforce7. Having lately tough days but a backyard with big old trees, so now you know where inspiration comes from. Excelsior!

Excelsior!

A well constructed poem, and

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sat, 2012-02-25 09:07

A well constructed poem, and 'I like where you're coming from' as they say;-) Look after those 'big old trees of yours. We have quite a few in our back yard, too, and they are quite special, as all trees are, of course. Tina;-)

I particularly like 'What a

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Sat, 2012-02-25 11:19

I particularly like 'What a joy, this giving, always: shade or greenery.' Strong roots into good soil, so stand and give again. Thanks, regards. Rhiannon

Hey, Tina. Yes, trees are

Permalink Submitted by Daniel Saint-John on Sat, 2012-02-25 23:46

Hey, Tina. Yes, trees are very special. Not one of them alike. Just like us. Thank you. And the giving, hope we could do that more often, specially in times like ours. Rhiannon ;) Excelsior!

Excelsior!

I had forgotten all about

Permalink Submitted by Highhat on Sun, 2012-02-26 19:05

I had forgotten all about the awful day when reading this poem. Trees are a marvel and it's so sad seeing a tree that is ill. ;)Pia

Whoa! My first ever cherry

Permalink Submitted by Daniel Saint-John on Sun, 2012-02-26 23:20

Whoa! My first ever cherry picked poem. What an honor. Thanx a bunch to the cherry giver, whoever you are. Excelsior!

Excelsior!

This is a lovely poem, 'What

Permalink Submitted by shoe on Mon, 2012-02-27 12:07

This is a lovely poem, 'What a joy, this giving,' Thanks!

Well done on a well-deserved

Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on Wed, 2012-02-29 18:22

Well done on a well-deserved cherry, Daniel! This piece has a calm, Zen-like quality to it, and is beautiful in its simplicity. Well done! Magic xxx