Welcome to this magical grove. In nature, trees are born, grow old and eventually die. There is one exception, the Poet-Tree! Instead of having normal green leaves, this tree gets its food from the creative energy locked inside of a poem. To live, it needs a lot of poems to draw energy from. That's where you can help, or maybe already have. If you've written a poem that you think that the tree and other people would enjoy, enter it below and we'll see that the tree gets its "leaves".
2007
Globe Willow
Stand still awhile on breeze brushed streets
observing nimble limbs awhirl
as branches arabesque on pointe
and silky leaves perform pas seul.
Grand sets pirouette across the grass
with passion raw and undefiled
a picture worth a thousand words,
wind's choreography run wild.
contact Sherry at:
mypoettree@gmail.com
By: Sherry Simpkins
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2006
Why the Earth is Round
There once was a planet called Earth,
It didn't have a normal birth.
The Earth was square
and it wore underwear!
Along came the craters,
But the sun ate hers
And spit them out in millions of pieces.
They headed for the Earth,
That didn't have a normal birth
And the corners blasted off,
Then the Earth started to cough,
Even the underwear popped off!
That's why the Earth is round.
By: Ryan D.
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Nature
The sun is light,
The trees are bright,
We play in happiness and joy.
The Earth turns round,
We touch the ground,
Enjoying the grass and the flowers.
People on the Earth litter,
Mother Earth grows bitter,
And that's what needs to STOP!
By: Anonymous
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Wind
I hear the wind
It hears me
It causes a rustle in a tree.
I see a squirrel on a rock,
It's hiding nuts nuts for its winter stock.
The songs of the forest are such a grace,
It feels good to have the wind in your face.
By: Anonymous
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