in summer time beneath its shade
my children drank their lemonade
its branches stretched its branches swayed
in garden safety there they played
this cypress gifted tiny cones
for me it represented home
it stood there proudly on its own
my children now are fully grown
all living things on earth must pass
this friend of mine has breathed its last
my grey eyes now are downwards cast
a drawn out death prolonged not fast
and soon i’ll witness from my door
an empty space forever more
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A sensitive write Cassie.
Here's a poem I hope won't be true. It starts: 'In summer time it rained every day....' lol. We need rain though - just not always!
My summers have plenty of sun Orchi , even when it rains lol. Have a great Wednesday and thanks for checking in.
A wonderful sonnet.well constructed.A little touch of reality here.Beautiful imagery that took to that place.
Many thanks David for your warm and encouraging response. Pleased you enjoyed your visit. Have a lovely Wednesday.
Dear Cassie what a treat So very beautiful and a sonnet too, wow. 🌹
Thank you dear Teddy. It is not a perfect sonnet, I know, but it’s the way the muse spoke to me that day. Really pleased you enjoyed my poem. The good news is that our garden is now much lighter and we have views of many trees in the distance, not seen before. A positive out of a negative.🌹
Such a beautiful poem for such a beautiful tree your cypress, mouring it's impending loss as an old friend. Being a tree lover, I found this very touching and relatable.
Thank you so much Bella. Pleased that you are also a tree lover. I mourned the thought of the loss. When the cypress was felled, and I couldn’t see that, the outcome has since been positive. Far more light and a view in the distance of many beautiful trees. A lesson in turning a negative into a positive. Have a lovely day poet.
Because I feel that I somehow know the background story to this .. I can not but help feel a sense of genuine sadness and loss .. a fine poem indeed for a very special member of the family .. Neville
Aye, it was a loss Neville, more-so the thought of the tree being felled. Since then, we have light. Much more and a beautiful view of many trees in the distance. A lesson in turning a negative into a positive. Thank you my friend. Have a lovely day.
Your poem surrounds, encloses that empty space Cassie, and preserves it. Thanks.
Thanks Dave. The empty is also brimful of lovely memories. The poem is a memorial. I appreciate you stopping by. Have a great day.
Sad and nostalgic at the same time. It calls out with memories and the acknowledgement that time passes and things change. Nice Cassie
Thank you sorenbarrett. I appreciate you stopping by to share your thoughts. Have a happy Thursday.
as has already been said....
very touching.
Many thank yous for stopping by to leave your thoughts. Pleased you enjoyed your visit.
Powerful and poignant.
Thank you Thomas for your thoughts. Have a great day.
lovely touching poem
heartfelt well done Cassie
Thank you Jim. Pleased you enjoyed my poem about the felling of a much loved tree from my garden. It has certainly improved the light and we have a completely new outlook.
you are a very talented writer
love the story of the tree
put to verse brilliant xxx
keep writing
A very touching poem indeed! They cut almost all the trees in my neighborhood and no matter how dramatic it may sound i will miss them forever. Your poem truly moved me !
Thank you for your touching response Neilton. I have such an affinity with trees. Couldn’t even be present when this one was felled. It just hurt too much. Have a lovely day.
A wonderfully penned,
touching and evocative
poem I must say.
My pleasure indeed
to read today! 👏
Best wishes 🌹 Thad
Thank you so much Thad for stopping by and leaving such an encouraging review. Pleased you enjoyed my poem. All the best.
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