Trees Tale


The old tree stump connected to me,

from far across the way.

Spoke of years and memories,

so needing to have its say.

A face looked out across at me,

spoke right into my mind.

Of tales of great adventure,

in those years so left behind.

Old witches making poison,

mother nature at her best.

Lovers passion underneath,

winds blowing from the west.

Nesting of many wild animals,

the slaughter of those weaker.

Poachers hiding in the trees,

avoiding angry gamekeepers.

Promises made beneath its leaves,

many broken there too.

Climbing high in the tree so tall,

children swinging their too.

Now it’s chopped and left for dead,

on a piece of open ground.

Screaming out loud to the  universe,

until my mind it found.



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Another Tree


The tree signifies great strength to me, 

growth and connections are clear to see.

Stable roots that are earthed holding tight,

a trunk that is solid by day or by night.

The tree reaches out, to earth and to sky,

animals nesting and birds passing by.

Children swing from the strongest bow,

Returning again to show their young how.

The tree will give us hundreds of years,

of kisses under and plenty of tears.

Those that bare fruit apples and pears,

will feed us for free and take off our cares.


Our Tree

This tree is beautiful, it might be my favourite tree in the world because it brings back so many memories.  The photos not great, taken through a steamy window on a dull day, so it does not show its true beauty.

This photo was taken from my mums kitchen window in Autumn. At the time Mum was staying with sisters who was caring for her, I wanted her to see how lovely the tree was.  The colours are amazing, we all adored this tree, it grew up with us. These deep russets and reds colours only lasted a few weeks and then the leaves would fall off for winter.  Spring would bring the most beautiful blossom and summer full beauty.  Whatever time of year this tree gave us it’s all.

A while after mums death I drove around the estate and stood under this tree looking up at my childhood home.  Another family were moving about in the flat, another family had our tree.

The tree was planted when I was a child and brings back lots of memories. Sweaters thrown under it while the kids on the estate played British Bulldog, my mum leaving bread and cheese for the birds and foxes under it, and the welcome shade it gave us in the summer.

I know when it comes to trees this one won’t win any awards but it is special to me.  I think I might need to drive up and visit this tree soon. Place my hand on its trunk and thank it for the memories ❤️

Tree – DP



If you compare yourself to the tree,

so slender, strong and straight.

The tree does not express his strength,

in attempting to dominate.

He does not crush those weaker than him,

he cannot chase you off.

Just holds out those magnificent arms,

those branches he holds aloft.

Take a tree in a community,

who does not utter any words.

Not undertaking many deeds,

just as a shelter for the birds.

His roots are deep and solid,

no way he’ll be pushed about.

Remaining strong and silent

not pushing opinion out.

He gains the praise of nature

with a strength that’s so assured.

With a mightiness and perfection,

by following natures laws





Tree Tale



How deep are my roots

how far down do I go

I only feel them not see

from the surface below

And the creatures that live

above, in my leaves

Why do they stay there

building futures on me

I stand tall and strong

and blow in the breeze

I stay put for years

not come and go as I please

In winters I stand bare

barren and dark

In summer I flourish

like all trees in the park

Children they climb me

and swing from up high

The old sit in my shade

watch the days going by

What’s my meaning to you

do I connect to your soul

Do my species protect you

Keep your world whole