Sycamore Trees Sigh

Autumn Apples falling all around on warm sunny ground... 

the humming and sounds of buzzing Bumble Bees 

Breezes blow through colored Leaves speckled with 

Candy Corn kisses given under the boughs of trees... 

Two Sisters with their Moms eyes and Dads Smile 

pose under a Sycamore Tree where History is hidden 

for all to Believe and feel the Ambience of Freedom... 

A Poem posted from their father's Mother Patricia... 

Amen... 

Reviews

[shadrach hah]

Hi Patricia, I love the images that your gentle words paint on the canvas of the mind. One can see so easily your descriptions and one can hear the sycamores whisper on the breath of a sigh, seeing the grandchildren under the tree. Everything comes so clear as one does read down your wonderful lines. Family is all. A lovely moment captured in time. Have a wonderful Friday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Mike… I love to hear Sycamore Trees Sigh.. sorry to be so long in Thanking you.. gently, Pat

[Patricia]

very delightful images and filled with love, capturing it all with a poetic camera, lovely Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful photo and amazing words shared Pat. I liked the positive and hopeful feel of the words. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John… our family does reflect the Traits that we have passed on… through the years. Thank you for your Warm Review. May the New Year 2022 bring many Blessings to you and yours. Tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat and I wish you great happiness and success in 2022.

[Fran Marie]

you paint beauty across the page
Autumn apples and graceful
sycamore trees and buzzing bees
a lovely piece of poetry well crafted

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran… in the wee hours of a December morning… it is lovely to read your review… I love your Artistic brushes of gracious words… may your days be filled with love ❤️ and Christmas Joy .. tenderly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

you are most welcome😊

[Cherrie]

Is there anything better than the sound of the wind talking with the trees? I really enjoyed this. Nostalgia and nature, a real one, two, punch.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... so many weeks have passed by... and now I can thank you for your poetic review... We have had a big Snow Storm here in Virginia and the boughs of trees are still whispering sighs to the wind. We may have more snow tomorrow... Heaven only knows. tenderly, Pat

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ah, what sweeter apples of the eye are there than grandchildren? Even those bees must be jealous of that sort of sweetness. Delightful poem. I enjoyed.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fabian... lovely to read your review... yes, grandchildren are the seeds that carry on family tradition... much like Johnny Appleseed. These small children which are held by my daughter Edie Marie are my Son Robert's two children. The photo at the Top is My son Robert and his wife Leilani. My daughter Edie's husband and their two children are not in the photo. I need to transfer more photos from my Apple phone to my Apple Pro Lap Top Computer. The "Geeks" at Best Buy usually transfer
the latest photos for me... but I try not to enter Stores often 'cuz of the Pandemic.
Yes, our children and their children are all "the Apple of our Eye". truly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

So, these must be your grandchildren; and a dear part of your family that you are sharing with us; a painting of them with looks of mom and dad; sitting under a sycamore tree, where history is hidden ( all the family heritage) you bring us close in to your family relationships that you so treasure.
A lovely poem in a lovely season.
Warm regards,
B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... sorry for the delay to thank you... we have been catching up on doctor appointments as my husband Roger takes dialysis three days a week for four years now... so we have to schedule other doctor appts on different days for both of us. Aging is more busy than working full-time. I had another picture in mind... but this one is what was available. My daughter Edie Marie is holding my Son Robert's two daughters. Above is a photo of my Son Robert and his wife Leilani. My daughter has a son Ethan age 18 and a daughter age 14 (not in the photo). I was not able to transfer the photo where they were under a Sycamore tree... but my poem remained as written.
Thanks for stopping by. Hope you are well and blessed. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Blessings to you Pat🌹

[redzone]

Sycamore trees are magical, they sigh and whicper scerets to anyone who stands under them and listens... and they remember the giggles of two sisters who played under them, had their picture taken (did you notice how it stood taller just before the camera snap???).... there was a row of Sycamore trees that lined our street where I lived as a boy, you could hear ot laugh as you rested your head on it to count for the game of hide and seek.... fun days those.....

very much enjoyed your poem Pat...

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Curt... my apologies for not thanking you sooner. I can just imagine you playing "hide and seek" resting your head on the Trunk of the Sycamore Tree.
We played that Game a lot when we were in Grade School. Hope you are Well and enjoying the Autumn weather. tenderly, Pat

[Dave Brown]

Sounds like a wonderful scene
I've not heard Sycamores sigh but your poem brings it all alive
Have a jolly day

[Patricia Wedel]

That's because... when you rest under a Sycamore ...
there is a "moment of awesome silence" which only Angels feel deep within. gently, Pat

[barleygirl]

I love how you bring us this photo in painted words, as well as in a family collage. I know how much you love to share your photos, which I enjoy very much. You are one of the few photo sharers who goes into detail to explain every photo you share. I wish others would do the same instead of posting mystery photos! Love how loving your explanations always are, showing how much these relationships mean to you. Your poem is full of sparkling descriptive delights. There are many sycamores down along the creek below my bluff (water-seeking trees) and I'm looking out over the treetops of these sycamores (((HUGS)))

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... "Time" is so precious... it seems the days just fly by... Trees do speak to us in quiet creaks and moans as the Wind wraps our thoughts in quiet solitude over the Steeple Tops. tenderly, Pat