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Poem

I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred children 
The children plump and firm within her arms,
But some fell down or strangers took and ate them

Rhythm and Poetry
Poem

I’ve seen those tough as oaks

weep like willows

even the hardest thugs can have tear stained pillows

most can’t see the forest for the trees

Poem

In the Carribean
at the end of day
sun drops suddenly
like a fire ball
behind forested hills

Poem

Five children clasping mittens
could not hug the entire trunk.
Whole hands could hide in the folds of its bark.
James, the tallest boy in class,
could sit on a root,

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Frost spins white lines

on the lawn,

grass turns glass-like,

crisp crackle-snap

underfoot.

Poem

Forest could keep secrets
Forest could keep secrets

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Trees are good at what they do,

at being oak or beech or yew.

 

Poem

I am in a forest;
My brothers will never find me here.
Over my head is a green umbrella;
I feel the earth under my bare feet.

Poem

The dinosaurs are on the march again.
They have trampled across the terrace overnight,
Leaving green, veined footprints in their wake.
Now they lurk in the undergrowth;

Poem

The willow and the wind
are natural dancing partners;
look how the willow weeps
with the joy of movement,
skillfully rooted to the spot.

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