As the wind blows, trees sway!
For: Six Word Saturday
The Sound of the Trees
by Robert Frost
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.
For: among the vines… , #MySundayPhoto – Forest Love and Soccer Mom (Sundays In My City)
So much lush green, much better than the dull browns we’ve had for months
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you’re welcome, Darren š
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Gorgeous greens! Love the poem. š
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glad you like it! š
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What a luxurious shade of green, and a perfect poem, Clio lending a helping hand for Coombe Mill
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thanks, Clio š
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Our oak trees recently leafed out….about two days after they lost their leaves. Florida is so weird!
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life is full of surprises! thanks, Jeannie š
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Love the poem and the trees with buds. Seeing a lot of this and I cant wait to see trees in full bloom! #mysundayphoto
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me, too! thanks, Merlinda š
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I, too, love the greens of Spring.
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cheers, Mlissabeth š
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