Best Dogwood Tree Poems

"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature"
 byWilliam Shakespeare, 1601

Come spring, in the shaded forests near my home 
Blooms the elegant and lovely dogwood tree
In a bit of sunshine it spreads its graceful arms
As if to offer each blossom for God to see...

White...

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In the dark of the meadow,
    Under a tall dogwood tree,
    Swinging to and fro,
    Is where you'll find me.

    Silent - not a sound will I make.
    Still -...

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THE DOGWOOD TREE


Legend says of the Dogwood tree
That on it, Christ was crucified
His blood was shed for you and me
When the soldier pierced His side

The blood that ran from His feet and hands
And the crown upon His brow
Was all a part of God's great plan
Two...

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Why the dogwood tree grows.

In the middle of a vacant filed stands a grand dogwood tree where the  crows gather daily. People flock far and wide just to gaze at its majestic stature and overwhelming beauty wondering silently amongst themselves, “How this tree came...

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My favorite flower comes from the dogwood tree
Which just blooms only one time each year in the South  which is at Easter
Now the petals are called “bracts” and the center contains it‘s “blossoms”
And the “bracts” can range from white to pink to an almost...

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A splash of white rises in blossoms tall
On the Dogwood trees near the stone wall
They have been growing year to year
Now they have bloomed with spring cheer
Decorated in white surrounded by green
They are shining to fill in this beautiful scene

Heidi Sands

5/12/18...

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Dog
Wood
Dogwood
Dogwood Tree
Many white blooms in spring
Four petals have blood drops on each
These are Christ's head, hands, and feet with the center red berries
Being the bloody crown that was placed on his beautiful brow that drouped in the pain, heat...

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There stands the Victorian house
by the small dogwood tree I planted at the age
of nineteen thinking of a colorful spring;
what a subtle joy palpitating inside
at a short distance, before Lassie starts barking:
her hearing is sharper than mine!  

I stop walking with a curious reflection:
who...

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May fashions days it will unveil;
and there exists one which I hail.
For me, it stands out from the rest-
for proof May came- it is the best.

Outside my window, grows a tree
that blooms each year- now fifty-three.
When dogwood blossoms open wide-
May bares her beauty- amplified.

May 6,...

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