Loveliest of trees the jacaranda now
Is hung with purple along the bough
And stands about our streets to bring
Pale violet blankets this time in spring.
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Now of my threescore years and ten - they’ve gone
And then another ten more, ever on…..
Oh I’ve had enough of this nature lark -
It’s back to controversy when I bark.
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Right, so this import from South America has taken over the streets where I live now and is much loved by many. Best regards to A. E. Housman for the prompt. However I do intend to leave nature poetry to others in future. (Edit 12/11/25)
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Cheers Missy, for the fave.👍
Well Dave I have to admit that I have seen it many times and it blankets the streets here as well. Appreciate the color of the font as if blooms. Nicely done
I believe it originates from somewhere fairly clos to you, Soren.
I see them up and down the avenues dropping carpets of blossoms during the right time of year. Beautiful but they leave a lot of debris
Dave, you turned serenity into satire in four short stanzas. Beauty, humor, and bite...no one mixes them quite like you, my friend and I love that! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks Tristan. I'll have to try to remember those three principles you noted there should I ever think of doing the versings thing again.....🙏
Oooh. Yes! Rock on, Dave! Most welcome!
Are ya a dog barking there? Not seen a lot of jacarandas around 'ere in UK. And how's that Spring going there?
Just a very gentle 'wuff'. Didn't want to frighten anybody, knowing wot delicate blooms poets are... So you want me to send one over? - the gardener where I live cut one down the other day, the b..... Too many questions: spring here is all over the place - one day from the next I don't know whether to.. or...perhaps....
Fido is furious. He ticked the 'verify you are human' box, but still took him 3 attempts to get in. He is half-human, ya know! lol.
Fido's experience mirrors mine in many ways. Does ya think they're anti canine here at MPS? Would a big confession that I am human, but secretly go under cover for reasons best left secret help, do ya think?
Your versatility becomes you you old dog .. who say's new tricks can't be learnt .. 😎👍
Just have a go, that's all - wot more can you do on a hot and sweaty spring morning? Tomorrow might (racing certainty it will) be different....
You were going through a purple patch there, and the picture was great.
Good to see you snapped out of it though. lol
No good hanging around - that purple crap. you'd get covered in it...
lovely, ig it blooms within..
Not quite sure of your meaning, but you seem sympathetic....
Thanks for the call.
..maybe just a bit too symphonic 🙂
I can visualize the lovely scene and wish I could see it personally- you seem to be lucky to be staying there so though no need to write anymore about it if you so wish , do enjoy the beauty while it lasts.
Got to admit the blaze of purple/blue/lavender is quite startling sometimes when round the corner a really intense mass shows up. Certainly won't be writing about it again when my efforts at nature in words are so abysmal. Thanks for your support notwithstanding.
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good morning from mumbai...your words paint a beautiful picture and rest assured -they are definitely not abysmal, but the choice is definitely yours to choose what to write about, as it's always worth a read.
have a good week ahead
Thanks - and you😊
A contradiction. While you would like to leave nature poetry to others in future, you show mastery in it! A fave.
Nah - just nicked the idea from A. E. Housman's 'Loveliest of trees..etc'.... Thanks for the fave.
I knew you were human. Lol. Great work Dave. Beautiful and real. You nailed it.
Extensive praise from you plus fave this time - Many thanks Thomas.
A fabulous poem with fine nature imagery wow! Kudos!!
Thanks.
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