Poem Hunter
(25th March 1943 / )


Green with spendour when Summer's here,
Brown contender in Autumn's sphere,
Bare the branches in Winter's embrace,
New growth created, when Spring shows her face.

Stalwart trunks, with many years standing,
Leaves when over, steadily landing,
Branches swaying in the breeze,
How I love all kinds of trees.

Forests of green, where they all meet,
Swaying together as they all greet,
Each morning, when the light appears,
Each growing slowly over the years.

Sentinels of the land they survey,
Strong and upstanding in every way,
Graceful, mighty, powerful and fine,
Tall and sleek just like the Pine.

The Oak, Ash, Sycamore and Lime,
The Rowan, White Beam and Silver Birch sublime,
Each one giving of their glorious best,
To the World - The World's been blest.

What would we do without our trees,
Don't cut them down, will you please,
Remember how they give us shade,
From the sun, within the glade.

Stand and study these majestic creations,
Upright descendants of past relations,
Their dignity, against all weathers,
If it were us, we'd lose our tethers.

But these gallant trees require our care,
They give oxygen, in the air
That we breathe, so, if we want to survive,
Let us keep our trees alive.

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Comments (3)

I read this one slowly, so as to savour each line, beautiful! ! ! Please though could you tell me what is meant by: Stalwart trunks, I don't think that I have heard this term before A wonderful display of nature eitherway Love Duncan X
Loved the line 'brown contender in Autumn's sphere' A lovely crafted piece with an environmental message. Great write. Warm wishes, Justine.
I think we both love trees and nature Ernestine.Walk in the woods? Sid John.