[stylist] a poem I just wrote

[Pat Harmon]

I am uncomfortable with the word "frolic."  It is not a modern term, in my 
opinion.  People do not say "Let's frolic under the tree."

I love poems about trees.  I think I simply love trees.  New Mexico and New 
Jersey have such different trees!
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From: "Angela fowler" <fowlers at syix.com>
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Sent: Wednesday, February 25, 2009 10:28 PM
Subject: Re: [stylist] a poem I just wrote


>I like it. Just smooth out the transition between the first and second
> stanza. You should submit it to Lori for Slate and Style.
>
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> Behalf Of yojen29 at aol.com
> Sent: Wednesday, February 25, 2009 5:53 PM
> To: stylist at nfbnet.org
> Subject: [stylist] a poem I just wrote
>
> Hello everyone,
> I would really appreciate it f someone could give me some tips on how to
> improve this poem. Thanks.
> Jen
>
>
>
> The Chestnut Tree
>
> The tree still stands where it always has,
> enduring despite the ways of the world.
> Its branches provide a shade like no other;
> The shade is there throughout the summer days.
> Comfort and strength course through its veins.
>
> Storms battle and rage around The Chestnut Tree,
> but it is not affected;
> It stands strong and steadfast throughout the gale,
> never trembling,
> refusing to be diminished.
> I take comfort in the shelter of The Chestnut Tree.
>
> In my younger years, I frolicked and played in the grasses beneath the
> tree.
> My lilting voice sang of the flowers and the streams and all that is
> good.
> I no longer frolic and play in the grasses;
> I am not as young as I once was.
> My body is young and my soul is vibrant,
> And I feel a calling I cannot ignore.
> I still shelter under the tree,
> but I often venture into the barren lands of unknown dangers.
>
> My beloved Chestnut Tree,
> do not mourn me, for I still have a place for you in my heart;
> The summer days of frolicking will never depart from my soul.
> I will always remember the warm sun, the cool grass, and the feel of
> your embrace.
> And although I shall return to the shelter of the tree,
> I must go forth and see what flowers grow;
> I must see the other trees and hear the calling of the birds.
>
> Oh, it pains me, dear one of my heart,
> to leave you idle, barren, alone;
> But do not allow the storms to shame your beauty,
> for in my heart, oh Chestnut Tree,
> there will always be a place for you to flourish.
> If you should need comfort, King of the Forest,
> you will find it within my soul.
> I shall not abandon you;
> I will always be with you, oh Chestnut Tree.
>
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