Sunday, December 09, 2012

One Single Impression: Tree

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Family

The leaves on my family tree might tell
of the struggles endured and fought, some lost and
others conquered with diligence along the way

The time they were given was spent writing their song
honing and polishing it with their talents they've used
so wisely.  We live loving their every beat and note

 

Some lived a ripe ancient age before they fell
while others, though given no choice of their own,
fell before the sun had risen twice

Tombstones amongst the living trees we visit
others were buried somewhere along the road
most some day will be risen to Heaven for us to enjoy

 

Our duty to family now is to make the little ones proud
one day when they're older, of how we lived and what
we shared.  A model for them to mold their lives we be

We will care for each other, old for young, young for old,
rich for the poor and poor for the rich in the ways we can
It's them that we love, their every way because they're kin

 

Some trees have no leaves for their stories to tell
They've ask it be that way, barren we don't know
why for sure.  Suppositions of this and that we have

Others though not barren have no leaves to tell
Like cremation to save the dirt for the farmers
very practical they are.  Ecological saints

 

Where did they grow?  What are their fortunes? 
Amongst the billionaires galore they plant themselves
Though generous still to share when a need blows in

We find them now near their roots or far away in
distant lands.  Proud of country yet economics will win
and off they go where the jobs may be found. 


 

Or will they be too poor to sink their roots?  Jesus has said
"the poor will be with us always."   Did he mean these kin
who cling with all their might to where they light?

For sure we will be a helping hand and find a dollar given
their way, a little dirt to shovel on their starving roots. Pretty
and pleasant they, in part making up for their loss of stability

 

We find them blossoming brilliantly while they may,
creating songs and poems that can be enjoyed
long after leaves and fruit no more they will bear

We will sing those songs and enjoy their fruits
they have so generously shared.  Though each
has his kinks we love them all while we can

 

Some grew straight while others crooked.  Be they
beautiful and handsome or opposite still they are our kin
We are proud to know and enjoy them while they're here

When we winter our reputations and song will linger on
with those living others.  We'll fall where and when we end.

My leafy name you can gently kick around when I'm gone.

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Photos and Poem Copyright
© 2012 Jimmiehov

All Rights Reserved

All pictures except the holley tree-ornamental pear trees picture were taken during our recnet visit to London, U.K.
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Find more poems using ''Tree" prompt word at One Single Impression.
Thanks to Harshad Mehta of Space Within who brings us this week's prompt, "tree."

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10 Comments:

At Sunday, December 09, 2012 2:00:00 AM, Blogger Harshad Mehta said...

Beautiful Family Tree poem. Jim, your poems will be remembered and passed around for sure.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2012 3:34:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

A beautifully expressed family tree. excellent.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2012 5:40:00 AM, Blogger Sandra said...

interesting events and wonderful imagination...!

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2012 7:20:00 AM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

enjoyed this poem and the pictoral interludes

much love...

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2012 8:58:00 AM, Blogger Optimistic Existentialist said...

Jim this poem left me speechless...all I can say is that it is one of the more beautiful things I've ever read.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2012 11:14:00 AM, Blogger Geraldine said...

Well done Jim. This is truly inspiring. :<) You did a great job.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2012 4:03:00 PM, Blogger audrey` said...

This is THE BEST poem from Dr Jim! Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

This is the best paragraph:

"Our duty to family now is to make the little ones proud
one day when they're older, of how we lived and what
we shared. A model for them to mold their lives we be"

Amen! :)

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2012 11:07:00 PM, Blogger The Write Girl said...

Hi Jim, this is one of your best work. From the first to last line, you have written such a heart warming poem of love and family. Trees like family lines have history with great roots. I loved the last line especially.

 
At Wednesday, December 12, 2012 8:23:00 AM, Blogger Optimistic Existentialist said...

I love the contrast of the two leaves in the first picture Jim

 
At Wednesday, December 12, 2012 7:53:00 PM, Blogger Lisa at Greenbow said...

Such an interesting look at trees. So many different leaves from the same tree. Great prose speaking of the family.

 

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