My Giant Friend (a poem about an oak i was raised around)

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My Giant Friend (a poem about an oak i was raised around)

Post by adrian » Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:50 am

Post, to etch, carve, to sting my name into the hunk of your body, the wood, you tall oak
My friends first, Marc, Ali, Kristin, now me.... an arrow to Kristin
You've seen us do many things my friend.. you were here when i was carried in
The giant in your structure was my shelter from many sun burns
You let us build our hide a way here, our fort, right onto your bones... and to my suprise, our fort still stands
its usually this time of year when i appreciate you most
I love your feathers. the glamour in their death is amazing and most wonderful. you seem more alive when its time to shed them, litter the ground below you.
stretch those aching fingers now, bare, bold, and old
stretch your feet up and down, in and out of our grass... a couple of trips never hurt anyone
tall oak, giant friend, you've been here this whole time... 22 halloweens now... this year you look better than ever!
Last night 'twas witching Hallowe'en
Dearest; an apple russet- brown
I pared, and thrice above my crown
Whirled the long skin; they watched in keen;
I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shame
Dearest, there lay the letter of your name!

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Re: My Giant Friend (a poem about an oak i was raised around)

Post by ancient whitelighter » Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:11 pm

I really like this poem, Adrian! I absolutely love trees...aren't they wonderful :D
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Re: My Giant Friend (a poem about an oak i was raised around)

Post by adrian » Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:42 pm

thank you and yes :) i'm quite a naturist :)
Last night 'twas witching Hallowe'en
Dearest; an apple russet- brown
I pared, and thrice above my crown
Whirled the long skin; they watched in keen;
I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shame
Dearest, there lay the letter of your name!

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Re: My Giant Friend (a poem about an oak i was raised around)

Post by MyersFan1 » Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:08 pm

Great job Adrian! I am naturist as well, nothing beats the outdoors and its living specimens.
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Re: My Giant Friend (a poem about an oak i was raised around)

Post by Belladonna » Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:27 am

Beautifully written, Adrian!

I do believe we are nature worshipers here.

I've moved around too much, being a Marine brat, that I never had that big old tree that welcomed me when I was born and is still my friend today.
But now there is a huge oak in the yard that I feel comfy around. Like a Grandfather, I feel he watches over me.
I've spent many days leaning against it with a book...lying under it in the hammock.
It's become a good friend.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, and I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. Did you hear me butterfly? Miles to go before you sleep."



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Re: My Giant Friend (a poem about an oak i was raised around)

Post by adrian » Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:46 am

MyersFan1 wrote:Great job Adrian! I am naturist as well, nothing beats the outdoors and its living specimens.

thanks bud! its been a minute since we've chatted
Last night 'twas witching Hallowe'en
Dearest; an apple russet- brown
I pared, and thrice above my crown
Whirled the long skin; they watched in keen;
I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shame
Dearest, there lay the letter of your name!

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Re: My Giant Friend (a poem about an oak i was raised around)

Post by Nostalgiascape » Tue Oct 13, 2009 5:37 am

That is an absolute precious and well written poem!
The dark night beckons. Bear us your soul, it whispers. Expose your wicked delights. Join the rest of us on the wind. The dark night beckons and we answer. Sailing into the shadows.

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