This week's task...to write a poem on something (literally ON something)...came via Dominic Rivron's place. I sort of complied...went and stuck my tree poem postcard (all recycled materials, people) in a tree (see above). If you can't make out the words properly here they are again:
Save the trees (or else)
Blend in with the trees
Make use of their breadth
Think wild, no one sees
Rediscover some depth
Sycamores have keys
So that's where they're kept
Open wide the wood door
Remember what it's for
RF 2005
It's something like a proper form (ottava rima - one of my faves) and if anyone wants a copy of the postcard and hasn't got one just send me an email and I'll see what I can do. Alternatively you can buy sets of all my 12 postcards from my website.
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Is it hidden in a cherry tree? I don't think you cheated - any more than I did :)
A silver birch. It would have taken me so long to have carved it on...and I wouldn't want to hurt the tree!
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I've always loved that poem! And you didn't cheat...you were clever. :)
The postcards are greatr.And this one is at home here in the tree!
I have a fondness for it too, Hope. The keys bit especially.
Yes, TFE, it was a bit windy this morning but I managed to wedge it in OK.
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All fair in love and the poetry bus. I love it.
Open wide the wood door... Excellent advice.
Your photo made me think how nice it would be to write sequence of tree poems and "install" them in a piece of woodland where people could walk around and read them.
Very nice! I like trees too...
Tis a beaut of a poem and a great pic of it in situ. (That poem's been getting around!)
Oh, very good! It's cool to see this fine poem in the arms of the tree and particularly as I'm sure it's printed on recycled paper.
Kat
Thanks all - and yes, Dominic, I like the sound of that poems and trees business. I always liked the ways the sculptures and the trees were blended at the West Yorkshire Sculpture Park too. Basically I like anything with trees involved.
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Love this, Rachel...especially the respectful manner in which you preserved the tree.
Just realised I'd put the date wrong (and have now amended it). Can't believe this poem is really 5 years old already!
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Loved your post ... I live in Oregon where trees are revered! Many folks are known as 'tree-huggers.'
(or nutty-crunchies)
Sound like sensible folk!
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That's lateral thinking for you... I'll imagine the words carved on the tree, no problem!
Thanks Jinksy...reader cooperation required for this one!
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Impressive, both the poem itself and its utilization for the challenge. Well done.
Excellent poem, Rachel, and fun to put it in situ.
Lovely poem - did you leave the post card there? Might someone happen upon it?
It was very windy, DO, so it wouldn't have stayed there long! We do get our share of the strong winds on this stretch of coastline... That tree's in our garden too so not one for passers-by as such.
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I could tell the poem was five years old by counting the rings.
Must look up ottava rima
Good one, Peter.
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I love the little hint of mystery with the keys and "wood door".
What a lovely tree to have in your garden! I'm suspecting you may not reside in suburbia...
I'm all for mystery, Argent.
And Oub - we do have a good garden here (my Mum's pride and joy - Mum now gone of course). We don't have a lot of trees but we have this one in the back and a lovely rowan in the front. It is technically a village where we live - though it is in fact more like a suburb in many respects (it has its Stepford moments...).
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Both poem and postcard are gorgeous - I love the idea of the sycamore keys
Well, PF, as I said - email me your address and I can send you some cards, if you like.
author@crowd-pleasers.net
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Lovely, Rachel - card and verse and trees!
Thanks, Karen.
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Amen!!
I can relate to that poem...
Really a nice compilation and concept...:)
~Cheers
MD
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