Quiet Giant
Debbie Penington
July 10, 2011
July 10, 2011
Tall and strong, green and grand
upon the carpet lawn I stand
keeping vigil night and day
night and day
night and day
Waking dawn to moonlit night
casting shadows, filtered light
spreading limbs o'er kids at play
kids at play
kids at play
To birds a haven, a resting perch
the favored quiet weeping birch
come sparrow, crow and talking jay
talking jay
talking jay
I'd rather be this giant lord
who uses girth, instead of sword
to slay the sun's bright stinging ray
stinging ray
stinging ray
Tall and strong, green and grand
upon the carpet lawn I stand
Keeping vigil night and day
night and day
night and day...
Blessings, Debbie
That is one beautiful tree-how grand. The poem is so pretty, have never seen it before. Thanks for stopping by my Outdoor Wed, we're leaving this heat for the mountains this week for vacation, maybe we can catch some of that cool weather you are experiencing!!!
ReplyDeleteAnn
Your poem is as grand as that tree... and that is very grand. Great job.
ReplyDeleteDebbie, you will enjoy that cardi. It is too fun. I'm still admiring your spinning skills!
blessings ~tanna
Lovely. The poem (penned by Debbie the creative, the wordsmith?) and the tree. (Weeping willows are my favorite!)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love these lines..
"I'd rather be this giant lord
who uses girth, instead of sword
to slay the suns bright stinging ray".
Awesome.
Poems bring about such connection. You remind me of the huge weeping willow in my childhood garden. Trees. Love 'em. Oh, I hope you share more of your poetry with us.
ReplyDeleteLovely tree
ReplyDeleteLovely tree
Is that a rose bush I spy underneath?
I like your poetry, Debbie.
Debbie,
ReplyDeleteAbout the Tzatziki sauce -- I chop my cukes and don't make it in the food processor. I like to chew my food a little bit, even tho it's a sauce. It's very garlicky so adjust to your tastes (or use garlic powder). I hope you try it.
Jody
Hi Debbie,
ReplyDeleteWOW! I love your beautiful poem! You really do have a gift. You should submit it to be published,,maybe a book of your own? Seriously! Your tree is very pretty. Our neighbor has a weeping willow whose branches grow over our fence line. We love it...:)
In the comment you left me you had the same suggestion for the age rhyme that Candice (our eldest) did!! ha!! :)
Have a blessed day!
xoxo...Gloria
OH what a ode to our beloved tree's. Love the poem, Love the tree.
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Forrest
The Handmade Homemaker
Lovely Debbie! You're a poet! Tell me, is it a Chinese Elm?
ReplyDeleteLove, love this. Of course you know about my love affair with sheltering trees!
ReplyDeleteDid you write this? You are very talented my friend!
ReplyDeleteBlessings and ((HUGS))
-Mary
Not bad, mama dear. You have such a playful eye and couch it in a nicely controlled and matching form. Poetry is the hardest thing to sell - you remind me of George Herbert a little bit, even though you aren't actually pouring your words into discernible shapes. Bet you enjoyed e e cummings when you WERE a spring chicken. This is much more cheerful and playful than Frost.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful photo!! I like the poem too!
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Deborah