My Friend the Tree #childhood #poetry #photography


those trees

Once

a friend was a tree

sometimes it was a “she”

while other times it was a “he”

I

looked up to you

and I sang to my heart’s content

you never minded all the time that we spent

Had

you a person been

you would have complained

when on your limbs I climbed and played

A

little sappy

I liked how your leaves sang

you’d tickle me as I’d swing and hang

Tall

like a mighty ship

I could spy from the highest tip

trying to keep my feet from a serious slip

Friend

 you never told secrets

I could hide when I was afraid

memories in your golden boughs I would never trade

one fall leaf

The prompt for Poet’s United Mid-week Motif is Trees.

What memories do you have as a child in the trees????

Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

33 thoughts on “My Friend the Tree #childhood #poetry #photography

  1. Oh, I have very happy memories of trees. As child every summer at vacations time with friends we could sit long time watching adults dancing….nice times. ~ Love your playful poem. :)x

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  2. Oh this is so incredibly touching. I can see that little girl whose friend was a tree. How the tree must have felt your love, and enjoyed you singing to it. They hear. And they feel. As you know.

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  3. What everyone said, plus what a master piece of form! I love that you can read the treetop down ” once I had a tall friend” and each of those words fits in its own stanza, and each is safe place to be a child.

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  4. I feel sad for children who do not grow up with trees and have them as part of play experience. You know, so many city children do not. We live in a world without a heart. Tree are chopped down for the sake of views etc . I loved you poem of the wonder of childhood. I have a beautiful tree outside my bedroom window…it adds to the quality of my life.

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  5. I am lucky to have spent my childhood playing around trees and having picnics in the pines’-in our present house we had space to plant three trees -now they are taller than the roof and give us flowers and shade -my children have grown with them and I can touch them from the terrace-they keep me company inspire me for stories-tell me the seasons and are like a close friend-I am not alone-Alhamdolilah they are Divine-lovely inspiring poem here….

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  6. Wonderful poem. My childhood flashed right before my eyes, me monkeying up the bottom of the tree with my short arms and legs 😀 Trees, the ones with the thick barks, are always tall and strong – they give us an impression that they will always be there for us 🙂

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  7. __My childhood tree, Metooque, was an adjustment to the Algonquin word (Pequot,-metoog-)
    meaning (any) tree. Brings me back; Metooque was my “tall friend the keeper of my secrets.”
    _m

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  8. I love this. I remember the tree I used to lie under when I was a kid. Your poem reminded me of those days. A tree definitely can be the best of friends. Forever loyal, never betraying all the trust placed in it…and oh, those childhood secrets are forever safe. Smiles.

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