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The Rhythm of the Trees
The Rhythm of the Trees
The Rhythm of the Trees
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The Rhythm of the Trees

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This is a traditional poetry book of over 50 poems on the subject of trees. Poetry about the Natural World is very pleasing to write. Trees live their lives often in annual cycles that are individual stories of their own. Their whole life is shared with we humans who may both use and abuse them. Fortunately there are humans who respect them and care for them for the enjoyment of all of us. Some poems tell of our interaction with the trees, some poems might anthropomorphise these giants, but that is hardly surprising. It is easy to relate to the experiences portrayed in each of the poems written, as they are, in such an accessible form.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 12, 2020
ISBN9781393076308
The Rhythm of the Trees

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    The Rhythm of the Trees - James Hathersage

    1

    Willow the Whip.

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    Winter by the tow path

    and the willow lashes out,

    Gusts of wind lift up her tresses,

    Whip like branches cut the air,

    Flailing cats without a care,

    Passers by caught unaware.

    -

    Spring brings pretty lime green leaf buds,

    Colour for her see through hair,

    Messengers of gentler weather,

    Contrast for the flowering heather,

    Less a whip and more a feather.

    -

    Densely hang the leaves in summer,

    Children can play hide and seek,

    Hide behind a lime green curtain,

    All life’s cares seem not a burden,

    Childhood trusts the futures certain.

    -

    Autumn and a change of colour,

    Lime green fades to fawns and browns,

    Leaf fall, rest and contemplation,

    Then a breeze and some elation,

    Soon there’ll be more flagellation.

    ***

    2

    The Old Quarry.

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    You can see a worked out quarry,

    By the twisting, woodland way,

    Whose dull, grey, lithic harvest

    built our village, so they say.

    Rough stones forming garden walls,

    ‘Fine finished’, for the church,

    Carved gargoyles guide roof waterways,

    Now make a raven’s

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