Poem about forests and trees
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The Forest's Blessed Abode
Among the subjects explored were personal witness of individual trees, experiences of water and salmon as life sources, and the idea of seeds as vessels of a future shelter. We were grateful for the presence of all who attended this gathering, and for their thoughtful contributions. On this page we are pleased to share poetry selected from submissions by workshop participants; some of the poetry was initially created during the poetry session. Also featured here are more recently submitted poems and prose on the subject of shared habitats. The cool north side of my hill is moss-covered. Duck-footed Vancouveria, sword ferns, fringecup and trillium abound. A restful place.
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I understand my comrades of the woods, And they know me completely. Not an oak But is my brother, strong, reserved, sincere. Along the happy, peaceful forest ways That wind so intimately through the trees I hold a calm communion with my friends, The pines and gentle birches. Day by day Insensibly the bond is closer drawn With beckonings of branches, waftitures Of subtle fragrance, melodies of birds, Flickers of sunlight on the level leaves, A thousand sweet enchantments pure and good. This air dissolves my fretfulness and fears; They fall into the green depths of the dell, The cheery brooklet carries them away, The bushes brush them off. I enter here With furrowed brow and heavy-burdened heart; But little unseen hands are softly pressed Upon the frowns, and little unseen hands Tug at the burdens till they all are gone.
Tree Poems. Tree Poems The following poems and prayers help exprees our admiration and appreciation for trees. Perhaps you have a poem you have written or you know a poem we should add, you can send it by email: treesofstrength ncsu. Prayer of the Woods I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights, the friendly shade screening you from the summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on. I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table, the bed on which you lie, and the timber that builds your boat.