Gable End

long after leaving

brushwood of silver birch

will still tremble in

mornings soft spring breeze

lengthy tresses will tease

pre dawn air while whispers

bring goodnight kisses

through clear glass panes

heart of this tree forever

resides in me wherever i go

sunshine happy on river's flow

or in my garden sanctuary

in sickness, sorrow or fear

through hello and goodbyes

steadfast, rooted in seasons

a sentinel on guard duty

glance upon graceful limbs

on dark veined bark markings

awaiting green leaf canopy

it is only right i pay my dues

 

merci for sharing emotions

unafraid to display movement

a friend in all ways truthful

in all weathers honest

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your first line sent me on a reverie about how things usually change drastically after one leaves a place for a while . . . then I got to thinking how, where I live near wilderness, this place is less likely to be drastically different many years after I'm gone. All the ways humans try to dominate the planet, yet nature is the entity that will own this planet long after we've spent ourselves into a fatal frenzy (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Please accept a sorry for not thanking you sooner for this lovely review Margie. This one slipped me by which makes it even more special finding it today.

Chris

[barleygirl]

That's the beauty of being old & forgetful . . . stumbling upon forgotten cash, reviews, & other unexpected finds!

[Chris Shaw]

And how lovely that is too :)

[Neville]

it seems one of us is on a roll .. I aint talking ham and it sure aint me .. a real treat our Chris and I aint talkin nuts neither :)

[Chris Shaw]

Ta muchly Neville for resurrecting some of these oldies while my lazy muse is sunning herself in warmer climes. Appreciated no end.

Chris

[Savanna Robbins]

this is such a gorgeous piece!

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Savanna for another read. All the best.

Chris

[Vectra Mendonie]

I liked this a lot. I read it a few times and discovered something new every time. The phrasing and word choices were well made and gave an air of elegance to the poem. Good job!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you kindly for your review and welcome to my page. Pleased to meet you Vectra and I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[Fairy Khan]

This tree came alive for me with your beautiful words of description. It was more human to me than many people I know. I loved reading this piece.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Fairy. So pleased to see you. Hope all is good with you.

Chris

[Fairy Khan]

Pleased to see you too. All's good with me, I hope things are good with you.

[Chris Shaw]

All's well Fairy, thanks for checking in. Take care dear poet.

[Einstein Noodle]

wow ... such strong personification i believe you are giving tribute to someone very special and true .. a true friend rare in anyone's life says i .. and i love birch trees also .. and the aspen .. both gathered in stands so accent surrounding pines and evergreens .. they mark the mountain edges ..beautiful beautiful poem .. a keeper in my books ... so glad i did not miss this one Ms. Shaw .. top o the mahrnin' to ya!
E.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Mr E for that delightful review. I too am pleased you called on this poem. Even more now that you think it is a keeper. Sending all good wishes across the waves.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

This is a fine offering, very meaningfully done
This is also an area that is at the root of conflict in our (and other) areas where loggers want to clear cut a large portion of our remaining old growth forests, most of which are over 2000 years in age
Well past time we ceased destroying these beautiful things

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave and for sharing your thoughts. Another tree lover. Join the club.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

So beautiful. Dear Chris. I loved how you described so many things. I loved the old trees. The stories, they could tell us. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote. A life without the beauty of trees would be dull indeed. All good wishes my friend.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris and you are welcome.

[Lydia Shutter]

The trees in our backyards....they grew as we did and they saw it all. They withstood the carved initials and kissed us with falling leaves. I had a weeping willow in my backyard in New Jersey that was such a tree. If it could have spoken, oh the stories it would have told. Always silent, never revealing its secrets....steadfast! Beautifully written, Chris. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lydi**especially for sharing your weeping willow with me. I have such an affinity with trees, but many others do too.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"In all weathers honest"---what a great line and great ending.

I look at old pictures of the Gutterson's front yeard in Ryegate, VT....the giant maple that is still there
from when I was little...oh how much and how many generations it has seen...steadfast and true...it has watched over, sheltered, loved....
and been that stationary sentinel...
Your tree has been a guard as well, and has many stories to tell...
beautiful poem,Chris.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jacob for that lovely review. Pleased my words reminded you of your maple. What beautiful trees they are. I have such an affinity with trees.

Chris