| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/3/2007 7:03:01 PM | Mangrove
If I could live in a different form than today
I'd be a Mangrove tree.
To live on the coast in a tropical place,
Touched and loved by the salt and the sea.
There's something soothing in the thought
Of living so close to the open seas.
Protected in a little niche from the waves and
Evolving into an adaptable species.
My roots would be a warm bosom.
They would protect the shores against surges and tsunamies.
I would build my own environment
where life itself could thrive successfuly.
But if my roots were to be submerged
They alone could breathe underneath the surface
But in the wake, produce lethal toxins
To enable my body to flourish. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/3/2007 9:12:47 PM | Jesyka you have a wonderful talent for writing at such a young age. I wish I was sitting by a Mangrove tree right about now.
The Moon And The Yew Tree
by Sylvia Plath
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky ----
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness ----
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness -- blackness and silence | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/3/2007 9:31:58 PM | [i thank You God for most this amazing]
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
-e. e. cummings
Autumn, I love the redbuds.....love the blackness, the starkness, the vivid contrast of the bark to the fushia blossoms in the spring, how they look beside the white dogwoods....I love their open weaving branches.....and the way they thrive in less than ideal soil..... | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/3/2007 11:53:36 PM | Thank you Brizo for the spirit tree
the branches on the tree of life
stand tall in the face of adversity
hang on to the redbuds, the fushia blossoms
for they are in your heart
bursting with colour even now
they paint the world in trust
each tree shines with its own talents
different but hidden sometimes in repose
for they are the heartbeat of this planet
the continuity which ebbs and flows
for in each season they have their time to dance
in stormy wind and downy snow
they are home to little creatures still
we plant new seeds in hopes they grow
the lifeline needed for our childrens time
to step into new shoes
and fill the baskets with their fruit. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 2:48:27 AM | Japanese Acer
Little lady stands only four feet high
Petite and delicate somewhat shy
Leaf comes out at the beginning of spring
Lifts my heart, makes me want to sing
Its colours change with the colour of the sky
The reds and purples give me a natural high
The delicate leaf floats in the breeze and dance
Its patterns and textures bring one to a trance
The silken gossamer with the rain will wane
Out stands fine lines like variose veins
The leaf may fade to a premature end
It prefers the shadow the sun is no frined
Harsh savage winds or an early frost
Will ensure to contrive that the leaves are lost
Such a delicate creature and with such grace
Deceptive and sturdy a new leaf will come post haste
This dwarf of trees is small but never stunted
Its colour delights and it is never affronted
It puts other bolder shrubs in the shade
As autumn arrives and their colours start to fade
This September glory can't be compared
To other lumps of wood who simply glare and stare
As other trees unprotest and start to go bare
The Japanese maple has more colours to wear
Just towards its hibernation season
Before the chill winds and it starts to get freezing
Bright purples, crimsons, oranges, tans and reds
This little princess brighens up the beds
Before she sleeps her colours are so bold
And if you are lucky sometimes the leaves turn gold | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 5:11:16 AM | In Celtic astrology, you're a Hawthorn. The animal symbol that accompanies this tree is the owl. The ancient Druids say Hawthorn people are creative, confident, innovative, eloquent, charming and may be good performers. However, Hawthorns may be prone to being mercurial, impatient, hasty or easily bored.
Will post poem soon...LM | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 5:16:36 AM | I am a willow
branches bend with the breeze
the oak branches snap
but the wind won't break me | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 7:03:33 AM | The Xmas tree
My trunk has been axed
And I have been put in a bag
Driven on a truck
Like a man dressed in drag
My needles are dry
I feel like a good whine
Yup you guessed it
I'm an evergreen pine
I am only age three
Not very old
I eagerly look forward
To the frost and the cold
What do you know
Come December time
I get the chop
By some heartless swine
They say that
I help carbon emissions
Then they cut me down
With military precision
Then to add to my woes
To my current troubles
They put my me in the heat
And surround me in baubles
They cover me with boxes
They hang tinsel on my cones
They stick a fairy on my peak
Then they leave me alone
My only comfort
Which stops me going mad
Are the smiles I see
From children so glad
Come early January
I will be redundant
Then I will be recycled
Newspaper in abundance | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 11:13:18 AM | Good things come in small packages Bird on the wire. *grin* Our sumac is small but also glorious in its autumn show - lining the hills you feel as if you have come in contact with a burning bush.
If for every Christmas tree we cut down we plant another perhaps it is give and take. I know its a sin to kill a mockingbird but my children would have my head if we don't have a real tree.
Lady Mary The Hawthorn is a beauty isn't she? I was reading yesterday about the celtic relations between trees and astrology. Also found the roots of it stems back to paganism. Thank you
Leslie I love the willow tree and how graceful it sits by a river.
I have been out enjoying the trees today. It will be sad when fade they will and the darkness of November covers us. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 11:22:30 AM | I still talk to trees
How absurd that must seem
But it’s a connection I feel
To personify their co-existence on this earth
The children once thought it a game
A talking tree whispering a hundred years
Into the future
The irony
One day I looked at a photograph
Of my baby now long gone
From my life and yet
Beside her the little tree still lives
Now a giant
And passed on to a new family
Who tends to its need
Loving it to life. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 11:31:16 AM | Interesting thread...since I am a lover of trees and nature I will try to leave a little something.
To be so flowing
as a magnificent willow tree
where my limbs stretch so far
to skies so free
such strength I would posses
roots digging into life so strong
facing all adversity
my tender leaves echoing a sweet song
as winds shall blow
I stand straight so tall
just as this willow tree exerts
I would never feel small. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 11:33:24 AM | the tree of life
spreading it's lovely branches far and wide
holding within it's very softly surging life
light and times of a thousand meanings
infinite in it's own right and strength of might
reaching tenderly upwards to hug the sky
trying to kiss the moon and stars at night
encompassing so much beauty
within faces of all nations and races
knowledge and acceptance of all people
sheltering those perhaps weak in rough times
providing cool shade for respite in others
bursting forth fruits of knowledge's gifts
then too, mustn't forget sensuality's importance
blesisings love and light not to ever be taken lightly
as the wett soft or punding rain's water quenching thirst
we all methinks mostly so familiar of what comes with love
the initial thrusting upwards from fertile soil
to begin life anew what a grand possibility
a sort of birth comes with every newly planted tree or seed
then changing form and shape as seasons coem and go
all the while with birds singing from lushest leaves
all nearby plant's foilage, flowers. bees all living things
what a beautiful line of thought herein your thread is wrougth
so very nice to read everyone's peaceful and sweet responses
so like you to begin such a lovely place for inspiration once again
thank you for posting this one
(i still talk to trees too, af; not at all strange to me) | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 3:37:46 PM | This tree frustrates me
I’ve been felled and grafted
I'll do a little more research
And let you know who's attached to my trunk
Seriously though I'd like to be a palm
Swaying to a balmy breeze
With the ocean amusing me
When I drop my coconuts | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 4:58:20 PM | Weeping Willow (Melancholy) - likes to be stress free, loves family life, full of hopes and dreams, attractive, very empathetic, loves anything beautiful, musically inclined, loves to travel to exotic places, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with when pressured, sometimes demanding, good intuition, suffers in love until they find that one loyal, steadfast partner; loves to make others laugh.
Thank you Wabbit for burrowing down under the tree. There are so many to chose from maybe a forest we will build when all is through.
SoftEdge the tree of life encompasses all and chosen by so many profound writers. From its soft buds to reaching branches I know one day you will touch the sky.
Sister AD you live by an amazing ocean and I can see why you wish for balmy breezes right now. This is the one time of the year we can both share in that desire. Oh if only someone would come along to send us all to an exotic island to write our poetry on. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 5:46:50 PM | Honestly its hard to choose
if I had to I think I’d lose
for so much of me has been into trees
most of my eternity they’d please
Those Maples in the park as a child
hide and seek and climbing wild
carved initial to copy some show
swinging on branches well you gotta know
I love the sway while up in the crown
looking down at those on the ground
high above the anarchy
I felt like I was free
Playing monkey in those trees
was more in tune than trying to be
a branch , root , leaf or seed
it was fun in the shade we seemed to need
I remember an old Willow
hanging over the creek
talked for hours with friends up there
laughing more than we’d speak
Considering beauty and function too
Apples and Pears attract me to
Plumb or Peach take a bit more care
but that fruit is tasty when its there
Such a dilemma you present with this
I’m stuck with Cedars coming into the mix
always green with nuts and great scent
soft long lasting and rot they prevent
How can I pick any one tree to be
the biggest problem is they are stationary
And I find myself always on the move
so maybe a bonsai would be what to choose
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 7:05:31 PM | That was really cool Thorb! I will admit to having to look up a bonsai and now understand what you mean by always on the move.
As a child I found it easy to climb up into an apple tree
it wasn't that hard of a feet to make it up to the sturdiest
of branches and sit unnoticed by those on the ground
if I had a father or brother who were good at carpentry
I would have loved a tree house and they would have
had to drag me down to come inside
there was an element of peace up in the branches
watching the birds in neighbouring trees
tend to their own apartments on the fifth floor
in prime locations to get both a view of the lake
and the gardens and I wonder if I deprived my own kids
of that magic by locating them near a park with branches
too high to reach except in imagination and tall ladders
to rescue kittens
the climbing apparatus at the park was a meager manmade effort
not even remotely connected to the
natural vertical mazes that still contained the fresh scent of
new growth forever replenishing itself
that feeling of conquering the climb
lifts self esteme to the very edge of victory. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 7:09:48 PM | Ok back to the tree guide of personality...
Walnut Tree (Passion) -- unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egotistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromise. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 8:16:00 PM | No matter what tree test I take, birthday or personality I am The Birch and I love them, had someone pull one up from the ditch for my front yard once, it thrived. I would love to see it now.
The Birch Or
The Lady Of The Woods
Of all the trees that I could be
I would be the deciduous Birch
because of it’s grace and beauty
even in winter against the snow
with it’s cleanliness and purity
the Birch is still so beautiful
In the spring I would be
one of the first arrayed in leaves
if only I were a Birch tree
I would be the first to restore
a forest lost to man or fire
renewal, rebirth is what I’m for
I thrive where others fail to grow
I am hardier than the mighty Oak
"Bright" or "Shining" the name I bestow
from those of ancient, those of old
meaning to “protect or to shelter.”
my bark more useful than gold
my bark used for writing parchment
for the most beautiful canoes
my oil was used for skin ointment
my wood, used for children’s cradles.
and chopped for the burning fire
made into axe and broom handles
my twigs given to newlyweds
to ensure their fertility
my boughs hang over children’s beds
I am to “protect to shelter.”
my twigs woven as a love token
my trunk is used for the maypole
In folklore tis of I that is spoken
I am the beautiful Birch tree
known for my beauty and grace
for all eternity I will always be
the "Lady of the Woods"
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/4/2007 8:31:28 PM | | Januaryrain I loved your ending "The Lady of the Woods" now there is a wonderful profile name for someone. I have always had a Birch in my yard and the one right now is in full dress of yellow leaves. She seems to be dancing longer than any other on the street. Her best friend next door is an amazing Maple and I'm not sure what species but it still remains green and not wanting to give up. I read the Birch tree stands for inspiration and beauty. Thank you | |
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Posted: 11/4/2007 11:11:25 PM | autumn fantasy, yes it would be a great profile name for those of us who love the woods
I love trees, the standing people I heard a fellow call them, I like that too. I was telling a friend how much I love trees she said she wouldn't think I was crazy unless I told her that they talk to me, I told her they do. 
I really love your thread and will be back to visit again. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/5/2007 12:08:04 AM | AF, I must have taken a different test because I came out as 3 trees. Rowen, Hazel and Elder. It was pretty cool ...thanks for the idea! Here is the site for the one I took.
http://www.unfading.net/tten.html | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/5/2007 10:29:17 AM | I cannot get on that site Sophia....I am wondering if Autumn can post the link to the site she is referring to so that I can give it a go.
I am not sure if I am a Willow
yet this one has always been a favourite of mine
such history I feel they possess
ones with strength to stand tests of time.
Your description of the Willow fits me to the "tree" though...
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/5/2007 11:11:44 AM | I am not sure where my list originated from but does it really matter? Trees hold special meanings in our lives from birth to death. My list unfortunately is at home and I at work so I will check later to see if I can find out which website it came from.
You are a willow Wabbit - hey that sound cute.
rzk thanks for wandering in with your maple.
Sophia I was wondering if anyone would come up a Rowan. I have no idea what it looks like but it's kind of fun to find out. I never knew such a thing existed as finding your tree until an email I received so this is all new to me.
January any tree poems you wish to add and that is wonderful to me. I'm really glad that people are enjoying themselves with this idea. | |
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| What Tree Are You?
Posted: 11/5/2007 11:23:51 AM | Surrounding Me
As a child I remember looking up so high
surrounding me always were Black Walnut trees
that seemed to reach the sky
straight so thin in appearance
yet bountiful in what they did hold
food to feed winter squirrels
shelter to warm them from the cold
each day these walnuts
would drop heavily to waiting ground
listening from my bedroom window
I could hear such a thumping sound
eagerly I sought out these surrounding trees
nuts I would gather to an older lady to sell
banana nut loaf she would make
this she did proudly tell
I remember one summer day
when an American man came to call
it appears that he had purchased one of our trees
chop down he would this one that stood so tall
sadly I watched him
for to see such beauty eliminated caused to me dismay
furniture he would make with this wood
he told us as he loaded it up that day
as I stared at this now open space
where once stood a magnificent tree
I vowed within myself
that I would always enjoy nature which is given to us so free. | |
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