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Gilly J

Number of posts: 800 Points: 635 Registration date: 2008-10-21
 | Subject: February Challenge Mon Feb 08, 2010 2:26 pm | |
| Eunice will set the theme for this month, then choose a winner at the end of the month who will choose the next month's theme.
Good luck everyone. |
|  | | Eunice Perkins

Number of posts: 2197 Location: New Zealand Points: 1839 Registration date: 2008-11-06
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Tue Feb 09, 2010 8:42 am | |
| Hi everyone. The theme for february is:......
Forest and trees. |
|  | | karen Admin

Number of posts: 867 Age: 49 Location: Poetic Skies Points: 617 Registration date: 2008-10-17
 | Subject: Poplar Grove Tue Feb 09, 2010 12:36 pm | |
| Poplar Grove

I sit observing, six poplar trees towering over me, swaying in unison whispering through rustling leaves. I am enchanted, bewitched and held captive at this majestic sight. Planted as if by a magical hand, generating a soothing motion, speaking in foreign tongue, swaying to the solitary beat of a distant wind. I sit observing, six poplar trees writing on parchment my final memoirs, etched as if into the very fibres of the trees. They belong to my world towering over my garden making suburbia feel like the new forest. I sit observing, six poplar trees, I am enchanted, they enchant my world by living at the bottom of Poplar Grove.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Where I used to live my garden was surrounded by Poplar trees, I could see six standing tall if I stood at the bottom of the garden, they seemed to whisper as the wind blew through their leaves |
|  | | Val

Number of posts: 933 Age: 68 Location: Devon Points: 764 Registration date: 2008-10-22
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:05 pm | |
| I wrote this some time ago, but can't remember if I have ever posted it before...
Death Of A Tree
Gone, is the landmark that showed me from the main road where my house stood. They came and cut down the huge Scots Pine that stood at the back of our gardens, on the other side of the lane. For 15 years, we, my husband, neighbours and I, had watched the antics of the Rooks who nested in the Rookery at the top of the tree and other birds going to and fro.
With chainsaws, ropes, tackle and lots of noise, they cut the tree apart, piece by piece, leaving until last the top most branches with their nests. The next day, those also had gone. I didn't interfere though I was very tempted, but I'd arrived home on the Tuesday, from work far too late. They had already cut off the lower branches. We couldn't have done anything anyway, there is no preservation order on Scots Pines.
A few branches were dead, it was very old, maybe it was diseased? Perhaps the people in the new house built close to the tree thought it might fall on them one day?
Whatever the reason it is gone, nothing can bring it back. Seems terrible that a tree taking close to 100 years to grow that large, can be reduced to firewood in a few hours.
I feel sorry for the Rooks, where will they nest now? We shall miss them, but mostly we will miss the tree. In time, I suppose, we can get used to the empty space in the sky where it grew. _________________  Regards Val |
|  | | Doreen Hampshire

Number of posts: 2024 Age: 69 Location: HULL England Points: 1757 Registration date: 2008-10-22
 | Subject: My place of dreams Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:35 pm | |
| My place of dreams
I dreamt that I was walking Through a forest filled with trees Whilst on the ground lay a blanket Of different coloured leaves
Such harmony of trees and flowers Before the rising sun These are the gifts of glory For the day has just begun.
I hear the rustling of trees And smell fragrance in the air I stand and look around me And I didn’t have a care
Gentle blue skies and misty sunshine In this wild and lovely place Such a place can lift the heart While putting a smile on my face
Then as daylight fades to dust I watch as sunset gleams Among the beauty through the trees This is my place of dreams
Doreen E Hampshire
February 2010 _________________   |
|  | | Gilly J

Number of posts: 800 Points: 635 Registration date: 2008-10-21
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:45 pm | |
| Thank you for setting the theme, Eunice, and what a brilliant set of entries to start it off. Good luck everyone. Gilly x |
|  | | Steve Admin

Number of posts: 732 Points: 918 Registration date: 2009-03-23
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Sat Feb 20, 2010 12:50 am | |
| . Mighty Oak.  . Your hollow trunk heart, now invisible True age of your many seasons unknown The rings of your years indivisible Gnarled bark and mighty girth, history shown Kings, Queens, even Empires you have seen fall Shedding your acorns to the winds of time Always standing firm and growing so tall Canopy leaves continue, spread, and climb In this millennium, you stand-alone Apart from forest, an ancient few If you could speak, of things you may have known England’s heritage Mighty Oak or Yew Standing proud, while you’re contemporary Lay in Tudor ships, deep beneath the sea . |
|  | | crushed rose

Number of posts: 829 Points: 949 Registration date: 2009-08-29
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Sun Feb 21, 2010 11:38 pm | |
|  ... The hint of rushing water caught my ear Brought to me on the gentle, spring like breeze Though hidden from sight, it sounded so near As I wandered in peaceful, sunlit leaze Following the sound toward the field edge There I found a rainwater swollen stream Disappearing beneath a bramble hedge Beyond which danced a tantalising gleam A copse of leaf bare trees stood guardian Over a narrow muddy fox made run Entrance into this world arcadian Ivy clad, hawthorn spiked, shaded from sun Suddenly, a glorious tumbling white Water, falling, frothing, torrential sight ... |
|  | | backstreetdreamer

Number of posts: 238 Points: 462 Registration date: 2008-11-19
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge- The whispers of Summer. Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:38 am | |
| Across the green meadow come whispers of Summer Like quietness painting the twilight soft seas, Gently blown like a soft conversation of motion Are the gesturing arms of an ocean of trees, Yet the evening still waits to adorn all its jewels For the sweet dancing forest is still steeped in shade, Like an ebony nightgown that swirled in diffusion And shattered the sunset before it could fade.
Far off in the pinewoods, a fox hails the night With the sound of a predator’s ancient disdain, As it hid in the bracken and sniffed at the air Where its chestnut fur costume was cloaked from the rain, And the silent dark curtain was drawn on the day Like a book being closed when the hours grow long, As the tree branches bow like the servants of midnight And the newly sprung leaves play a rataplan song.
Then the hoot of the owl warns the small furry prowlers To hurry back home to their soft grass lined nests, For the night can be cruel when the moon lights the forest And they know that the lord of the night never rests, Though the hours pass slowly, they pass all the same As the night’s fading shadows entwine with the dawn, While the forest grows tired though it’s trees touch the sky To acknowledge the morning that soon will be born…
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|  | | Rowan Hicks

Number of posts: 190 Age: 59 Location: Gloucestershire, England Points: 284 Registration date: 2009-01-26
 | Subject: Chainsaw Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:09 pm | |
| Chainsaw
The sound swells as you approach the clearing.
The once niggling, insect whine Becomes a braying, donkey shriek As you push through the last of the thicket and Behold the bite of steel on wood.
The mute agony of sap-filled branch and bole speaks a litany of pleading to - No witness.
No witness save the leering cutter, Proud of his executioner's craft amid Petrol fumes and sawdust snow.
Teeth gouge more insistently, irreverent to Grain and grandeur, pursuing the fast buck With high-pitched diligence.
The crack. The groan. The all-too-human groan of finality. The crash. Supine surrender.
You turn and steal away in the sudden, Guilt-ridden silence. You could have intervened... ... But you have acquiesced.
You acquiesce in the greying Of the world.
No witness. © Rowan Hicks |
|  | | Eunice Perkins

Number of posts: 2197 Location: New Zealand Points: 1839 Registration date: 2008-11-06
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:05 am | |
| These are all such wonderful poems. I am going to have a hard time in choosing the winner!!! I love them all. |
|  | | Eunice Perkins

Number of posts: 2197 Location: New Zealand Points: 1839 Registration date: 2008-11-06
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:46 am | |
| There are so many gems here. It has been a difficult decision but I have finally chosen Steve's lovely poem. I though it fitted the theme the closest of all.
Thank you all who entered their excellent poems. |
|  | | Steve Admin

Number of posts: 732 Points: 918 Registration date: 2009-03-23
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Wed Mar 03, 2010 12:25 am | |
| Eeeek thanks Eunice.. New challenge on the way  |
|  | | Val

Number of posts: 933 Age: 68 Location: Devon Points: 764 Registration date: 2008-10-22
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Wed Mar 03, 2010 11:30 pm | |
| Well done, Steve, it is a lovely poem. _________________  Regards Val |
|  | | Gilly J

Number of posts: 800 Points: 635 Registration date: 2008-10-21
 | Subject: Re: February Challenge Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:52 am | |
| Thankyou for choosing the winner, Eunice, and well done Steve! |
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