Grandfather Green...
Oh grandfather you watch us,as we pass,
You see us shape,our brick and glass.
Broad of beam and high of height, Your arms reach out through day and night.
You hear our laugh, you hear our cry,
You watch us live, you watch us die.
Your drinks the rain, your feeds the sun,
No birthday celebration, have you begun.
You dress in green for most the year,
From top to tail, from ear to ear.
A coat of brown we're not surprised,
Is what you wear, long nights arrived.
Many mouths feed, from your fruit purse.
During winter months, when food is scarce.
You remain, when we've moved on
To watch over, the next child throng.
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P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sat looking at a huge oak Tree near my house today I imagined it was looking At us all, watching us as we go about our daily lives. I called him grandfather...
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Very beautifully penned poem is shared here. You pass through and grandfather with much affection watches through glass. To watch over, the next child throng, he eagerly waits and plans. Amazing poem is shared really.
Thank you so much Pintu
Some of the most amazing oak trees in the world are (or were pre Katrina) in New Orleans . Massive trees four to six hundred years old .The bottom branches stretch out more than fifty feet and are as massive as most tree trunks . I used to walk among these gentle giants and felt a closeness that is impossible to explain . Your poem brings back beautiful memories .
Thank you swingline
I am so glad my poem
Got you to remember
That time in your life..
I'm honoured
Bald Cyprus trees swingline?
Great poem P.H. Rose!
Thank you Gary
Super write. I often stand in front of trees and wonder what they have seen during their lives.
Thank you GF60
Trees and clouds
Are my favourite
Things....
Great writing
Thank you thp
Just read Grandfather Green as you recommended. Never thought of trees as "Grandfathers", but it fits really well. Now you got me into a quarry, don't know if I like Grandfather or Grandmother better, they are both so good. Also made me think about the huge stately Banyan trees we have here in Hawaii. A native of India, the first Banyan tree in Hawaii was planted in Lahaina (Maui) in 1873. It is now over 40 feet tall with a canopy of about a quarter mile. More like a great great grandfather I guess!
Ha ha... sounds absolutely
Beautiful Fred....
Oh my word you are so lucky
To live in Hawaii one of my
5 most beautiful places in
This world...
Thank you for that lovely
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