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Trees! A man travels from Mindanao to Kyushu and says his inner geography is enlarged by each new place. Is it? Might he not grow more by staring for twenty-four hours at a single pine needle? —Arthur Sze, "Parallax", Gift of Tongues Trees! written March 22nd, 2021 I know the answer to the question posed above is of course the single pine needle but I am tired of this pine needle day after day, year after year this same pine needle. I am sure if my heart opened enough this pine needle would teach me the answer to the question I can't think of that would make everything ok but I want to see other trees! I want to see trees I never imagined armies of them marching over hills and also the lone banyan tree in the desert in India. I want to see the first tree after crossing the ocean and the last tree before the tundra. I want to see the Tree of the Year! every one that is still alive! and mourn the ones that don't exist anymore. I want to see the 5000 year old bristlecone pines in California and visit the seedling I planted in grade school in our backyard. I want to see the tree of life Yggdrasill and Anne Frank's chestnut tree in Amsterdam. I want to see every tree growing along every fence-line on every field men have ever plowed. Only then, maybe, will I be satisfied to return to this same pine needle. |
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I have a thing for trees! The European Tree of the Year is a real contest! There's a popularity contest I can get behind. Yggdrasil is a mythological tree, but that was sort of the point, to never get back to that same pine needle lol. The banyan tree mentioned in the poem is a specific tree I remember seeing on a school grounds when I was an exchange student in India. I grew up in the Midwestern United States, so those trees along fence lines are very familiar. Those are the trees I grew up with. Stubborn, sneaky trees placed just right to not be plowed under. And yes, I chose to have men plowing the fields. Historically that's how it was in my family and in families around us. I obsess about punctuation, and ultimately just hope that people will read it in their own voice, taking breaks where make sense for them.
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Three's are beautiful to me. Every shape and size All different colors Planted by the wind Planted bye man/woman To grow tall for a propose Weather to bare fruit To block wind To share an area To make Christmas bright Food for the animals Wood for fires to be warm And to build building to be safe or store things Ships to sail the ocean,lakes , river's Or end toys to enjoy Trees are more to life then one every imagine It purifies your air for us to breath Trees are tree for you and me.............
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Maybe it's not just after noticing and embrace the greatness and variety of the world around, when we can fulfill ourselves with the pureness and simplicity of nearby small things. Just maybe. BTW, an Holm Oak (Quercus Ilex) has been the winner of this year. It is said witches used to gather and dance around this millenary tree. www. treeoftheyear. org /Stromy /The-Millennial-Carrasca-of-Lecina (remove spaces for the link) . Ultima publicacion: (16/FEB ) Ser agua Puedes contactarme en MI BUZON o q:1642318, o fuera donde dice mi buzon
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Is it just me or did the original quote sound like trees were a metaphor for mates? Maybe I’m just pining away. My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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this is oh so true. this made me think of where i grew up and then where i live now.thank you for the thought provoking poem.
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Trees breathe in the air and give us oxygen. We breathe in the air and we give trees carbon dioxide. Without trees we would die. So hug a tree and make them feel wanted. Hug your friend and value them too. Show your love and you will be rewarded. Earth could be heaven if we show our true love. To Sens with love cuddls
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