Tall Trees

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When in the presence of tall trees
I always look up
and see how Jack was
tempted into
the land of giants.

Some seem tricky but doable
with their overhangs and grooves but
it’s the straight ones
with no footholds that
leave me wondering.

By June Perkins

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Divine Love in the Holy Tree

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Mt Lamington National Park, Queensland

 “O God, my God! Praise be unto Thee for kindling the fire of divine love in the Holy Tree on the summit of the loftiest mount: that Tree which is ‘neither of the east nor of the west,’ that fire which blazed out till the flame of it soared upward to the Concourse on high, and from it those realities caught the light of guidance…”

-‘Abdu’l-Baha, Selections From the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha

 

This months Nineteen Months Contribution

IMAGINE A TREE

Melissa Shaw-Smith

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Multi-chambered
fortress, tree house, throne
toe holder, ship’s mast
staircase to the heavens
galleon of the woods above
tentacle crawling roots below
battle scarred silver hide
xylem and phloem
carrying fingerprints
of centuries, absorbing
earth and air, detritus
one fleeting moment of many
flickering image—
ghost at the back of an eyelid—
the chestnut mare
scratching her rump
against a beech sapling
green with fast flowing growth
on a June evening
in a cloud of golden gnats
and her tail swishing
from side to side
the memory ingrained
in a low-slung limb
a moss saddled horse.

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The Forests Speak

For the Tasmanian Forests

In my slow growing long lasting huon
There are the stories of your grandfather’s hands
And gaze taking me all in

I carry you in my arms to the safety of Earth mother to
Shield you from storms and yet you would
Forget
I belong to your children and grandchildren

Would you unfriend my many shades of green
Lime and moss on rolling hills
See them parched yellow crying
Stripped pine

Would you delist me from your protection
Hold me at a distance
Forget that I am your breath
Forget my distinct scent
In timber in new life as your love seat

Would you let me be overharvested
So people of today are the last ones
To say they saw the Ancients
Who had to make way for too many tree farms

Together we braved the tempest
Of droughts and fires
And as we survive should not our
Bond be stronger?

Would you lie down in
My green tears
To cleanse your heart?

Could you learn to bless me
Let me be the forest at your back
The open arms that
Lovers long for?

(c) June Perkins

The Tree

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The shadow of the gnarled tree creeps
across the grass
Growing longer and longer as the sun
goes down.
The knotted wood, the twisted branches
sway in the winter wind.

All is still.

The moon rises, the shadows grow
Shorter and shorter
till they fade.

All that is left is the darkness
the blowing wind
and a tree without a shadow.


By June Perkins
Written as a child, was about 12 years old, published in Brilliant Star.

Trees

Seeds of change

I
I need water
I need the sun
I can be green but some of me can turn orange and red
I like dirt and you might like to climb me
I start as a seed and then I become
?

II
I feel as happy when the rain comes after
Drought for I am no longer thirsty

Can you smell my wattle?
It will remind you the bush is my Home.

Look closely and you will see how I fit
With the Animals.

Can you hear the kookaburra singing in the sky?
Can you hear the wind rippling my leaves?

III

What if there was no sunlight for me to climb to
No water for me to drink
No leaves upon my branches
No bark for my skin
What if?

IV
Changes
Seed grows
Up through dirt
To the blue skies
Blue gum

V

I have no choice
But to become this tree
As it exists behind me and within me.

I must stretch out and be
The branches and its
Trunk and every twist and turn
Pulls me every which way.

I can’t quite make two
Arms be all the pieces.
But I will try and
You will see
Within me
The spirit of this tree.

VI

Becoming the heart of the trees
I stand between the gatherings of the trunks
I look out and try to see the world a tree would.
I wrap myself in paper bark mysteries and wonder
About the paper in my books.


By June Perkins

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Reflections- Trees – by June Perkins

 

This poetic series was to demonstrate different styles of poetry about the same subject.

Spirit of This Tree


Inside I am Tree

Inside I am a tree
I want to spring forth
And grow throughout the nine planes.

I know that there are many lands at my feet
Frost lands and Tropical lands
And many will form in my branches
I spread shade far and wide
And filter out the light.

The Hawk waits to hide herself in my branches
She is waiting for my journey upward
To become a canopy separating earth and sky.

I wait.

Inside I am tall and I will reach
My hands up and from them will
Spring leaves.
Leaves of books, leaves of learning
Leaves to sing and rustle
All the music of my birth.

Inside I am a tree.

By June Perkins