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I loved this.
This was as beautiful as a waterfall in the moonlight...
posted by
ForeverPoet
on November 11, 2013 at 5:18 PM
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i called a friend an old tree and now she has died. nice poem. sincerely pear,
posted by
Carolyn_Moe
on November 11, 2013 at 10:54 AM
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Gentle poem seeking a reason
posted by
C_C_T
on November 11, 2013 at 7:16 AM
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Old trees with reaching branches surround this place where I live. Some of them are very old and now and then winds bring down branches that can no longer reach upward.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 10, 2013 at 7:49 PM
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I enjoy painting old trees and stumps on my Rocks. They go together some how, for me, and there is always a man's face within the tree somewhere, if you look!!
posted by
Kabu
on November 10, 2013 at 6:49 PM
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I love old trees and old wood, the memories they hold. I carve old wood now and make canes and walking sticks, the lines in the wood speak of the old days when we were young and life was always lived under blue skies.
posted by
UtahJay
on November 10, 2013 at 5:49 PM
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The stories it could tell...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 10, 2013 at 5:02 PM
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Sinome
How nice - it may be an old tree, but this poem still has the breath of summer about it...
posted by
Nautikos
on November 10, 2013 at 4:50 PM
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