Tags Oak
To Fall for a RiverA Story by VianHe would always water them when the clouds were too busy in another land to do so, and be ever so sorry when he accidentally stepped on their roots. |
OakenA Poem by Eddie DavisA Senryu |
The smoking spokeA Poem by M.A. Carrspiritual |
Engineered Wood Flooring – A Much Preferred ..A Story by Rebecca SmithDesigning the floor is an art and it plays a crucial role for the decoration of any house. |
The Warrior OaksA Poem by SwethaAn English Sonnet about Nature and its destruction |
Miniature JuniperA Poem by Robert RonnowAlthough I hardly gave it a thoughtI didn't really doubtour miniature juniper, a bonsai,would survive our desert vacation. It .. |
Grand CanyonA Poem by Robert RonnowThe Grand Canyon is like the brainwith deep, unexplored fissures and tributaries,the main route well known by now.I am walking, walking inside my mind.. |
Under-sky sleeping, bone keepingA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the holy spotwith the sitting rockthere is oak. Outwhere humans livethere is shagbark hickoryand maple.Ants climb the rock.August, and young birdsa.. |
Words for BirdsA Poem by Robert RonnowFirst person singular prohibited. In orderto be more crow.War! war! war! war! war!Then there's that lowland wetland birdaround the stunted red pines c.. |
Black-capped ChickadeesA Poem by Robert RonnowHaving not done the things I wanted to doand the things I've done not being what I wanted to doI sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.. |
Caterpillar furA Poem by Robert RonnowSpring is sprung.Clouds of maple.Skies of pine.Red in green.Serviceberry understory.Spring is sprung.Skunk cabbage spathe.Black birch sap.Poplar flowe.. |
The Canopy and EconomyA Poem by Robert RonnowSun and traffic�" -- day economy.Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tiredto be angry. Each day a steptoward death. What is being accomplished?.. |
Dead Man's EyesA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe was hanging in line with the elder trees From an oak that had broken the line, That’s why they probably missed him, he Became.. |
Wetland SongA Poem by Robert RonnowThe April morning's quietand so is the November.Wherever people outnumber treesor the dominant cover typeis unquiet. Nothing wrong with that.Walt got .. |
The SanctuaryA Story by Therius TaleFollow beyond the trail of mind, towards the locks and stairs of thoughts and creations. |
To be.....A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas LoweOh how much, I'd like to be Seated beneath a wild oak tree And while away my time till June When leaves are green and blue are moons .. |