Arboretum Poems - Poems about Arboretum

...We piled into the car Caleb and Mom in front, me in the back We weren't planning to go far A nearby arboretum off the beaten track. We went north, there were many cars each way Saw a motorcycl......

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...Mature arboretum Memory of spring gone Many start to wither Maple leaves dominate Multi-coloured display Montage for October Masterclass in fine art......

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... Who is this who comes us within the shadowy arboretum of soul? Who waters those roots with tears, revives with ardent longings, until She appears on the periphery of mind, to claim our thought......

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...I’ve written about it before Because it’s just so interesting The way the mind works doing mindless chores As I zigzag in and out of trees mowing the arboretum. Sometimes there’s a pattern I fo......

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...The arboretum is quiet today. It is early, yet too late to spot a somnambulant space alien emerging from the thorny bushes. Do you believe? I have seen the odd-looking sparrows, with their r......

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...I was sent to the Sahara to find the best cactus All I had to do was mark it Someone else would remove it Bringing it to the sound stage Or the arboretum or wherever it was needed......

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...("Zero Point of Creation", 2018, original encaustic) In Praise of Mindlessness I’ve sought and found mindlessness in a variety of ways From dancing to climbing, meditating and painting,......

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...When the last wild tree has fallen, Concrete covered last bare earth, When we've finally completed Rape of the Mother Earth, When the last bird has flown freely, The last wild animal safely cage......

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...I bowed before the Lord. Like a little brook, His Spirit flowed. As I went lower, the Bestower Poured more into my soul. A whole refreshing, a mighty blessing Like a fragrant arboretum flowed. ......

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...FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS misty beauty, white ravines make mornings meaningful Acacia arboretum hold fast At the breaking before breakfast The new day, old friends, egrets......

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...what are light green milkweed seeds called? hairy balls! There are three old women at the table. One spits out her dentures. We cannot stop laughing. I am not kidding, one tells us. I work at a......

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...I think they tease their hair just to look a bit wilder a little more… “coyote ugly”. Perhaps a dash of “sports make-up” under the eyes to cut down the glare of the headlights. They roam the s......

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...Within a lush verdant meadow, meanders a lazy river Where wildflowers bloom beneath the warm breath of the sun They sway upon a gypsy wind on this early morning in June Stems of purple h......

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...Airy Wells and Emmett Street were working class kids, Just shy of a high school diploma. Airy’s mom had a habit of drinking too much. Emmett’s father was fighting lymphoma. Airy and Emmett had ......

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...gardens are where we are: from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane" from mountain to coast, town to country from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice f......

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