In a city

Lived a town house.

Through a window

On the second floor

I could see

A garage.

Beyond that

A street,

Beyond that

More houses,

Looking back at me.

But if,

I sat

Upon the floor

Or,

Laid upon the bed

And,

Cast my eyes

Through the glass

Into

The sky

There was

A grand and towering

Pine tree.

He filled me

With hope.

He carried me

Past the sadness of the day.

He taught me

The story

That

Before there was concrete

There was this

Tall and strong

Waving in the wind

Shelter and home

To many.

He taught me

That green

Is the color of kindness.

He taught me

That to sway with the breeze

Is the secret of strength.

He was always there

As close as

My unveiled window

Upon the world.

He laughed

With me.

He cried

With me.

But always

He stayed

With me.

He never needed

Boat or plane

Car or train

To travel the world.

Instead,

He sailed the skies

And saw a million moments

Come and go…

In every pine I see

Stand tall

There is a hint of him

Within them all.

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Written and photographed by Ellie894 February 2018

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  3. Wonderful poem and capture♥️ Nature has been a long standing companion to many of us, showering us with their strong, lasting love coming out of their nature, the way you described. Swaying in the wind, mark of strength, travelling without means, seeing everything ♥️

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  5. yes, what a totally awesome verse and thoughts. much to contemplate in all you said. those trees are so so, tall! how fortunate you are to have them with you. what a beautiful place. so much power in all the life that surrounds you. you are blessed, especially because you appreciate and commune with it. very moving poem. thank you.

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    1. They are! These trees are a part of my walk and I am in awe of them. I know that some people are afraid of pine trees and will cut them down in fear that they will fall on a house or something else. There are pines around my house that I am most grateful for. Yes, I am so very blessed to have such beauty close at hand. I try never to take it for granted and share it the best way I know how. I’m happy you enjoyed it. Thank you for your thoughtful comments. 😊❤️

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      1. i had names for some of the most prominent ones in the woods where i used to walk.

        one is Gemini because it had 2 trunks and was nearly completely symmetrical on both sides. It was a very big old oak.

        i completely relate to your appreciation of your surroundings. the pictures in your previous post are awesome throughout. so much beauty small and large. very perceptive shots.

        thank you for sharing it.

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      2. Trees are so grand and some are just special. There’s a wonderful pine in the woods I may write about one day that splits into five! Very unusual for a pine. And of course oaks are amazing!

        There is so much beauty to see all around us. That’s one reason I started on WordPress, is to share some of it. Thank you for your kind comments. 😊❤️

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  6. I am reluctant to write a comment Suzanne as my words might not reflect how much I appreciate this beautiful and touching poem.
    Let me make an attempt. The way you described the magic connection between you and the tree reminds me of the connection between me and my books and those lovely songs.
    I feel both the strength and softness in the tree you described. I hope I will find one like yours, who is patient enough to listen to me no matter how messed-up my thoughts are. No judgement, no running away. Only faith and love. Thank you Suzanne. This poem went straight to the heart. 😊❤️

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    1. Your thoughts shine through perfectly Isabelle, and I’m so touched by them.
      It was so long ago but I can see him still. No matter what came through my little life…there he was. There are things and people who move us deeply, becoming a part of us for reasons we don’t always understand. I was hesitant to post this.
      Like you, my books and music are something I would not want to be without either.
      Isn’t it something how a tree or words on a page or a song speaks to our heart and offers us the hope of being loved and cherished beyond our imaginings just for who we are.
      Thank you for sharing such lovely insights Isabelle. Please take care, suzanne 😊❤️

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      1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me Suzanne. Yes there’re things and people who move us deeply, it might just be a smile or a few words but I know immediately that I’m understood. It feels like a thrill, so intense. For me it’s more about a feeling, I guess it’s because I’m an emotionally driven person, the feeling always overweights logic. I feel and I don’t have a clear rational sense. Take care Suzanne. You write so beautifully 😊❤️

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      2. Ah, me too! Feeling, that sense that you can’t always describe or point to but…you just know. A sweet gift on no occasion at all. How is that, I sometimes wonder. I have learned to trust it though. Or at least I try to. And when it finds me I so want to be listening and not miss it. It’s not always easy to be that way is it. But I still wouldn’t trade it for anything. Thank you Isabelle. Take care 😊❤️

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      3. Feeling is not something people speak loud about, it’s just my observation or how I feel Suzanne. It may not feel right for some people to talk about feelings. Slightly awkward perhaps. I don’t think I talked much about feelings before I started the blog. It just didn’t feel quite right to make it a discussion topic. Let me put it this way, I think most people keep feelings to themselves. It’s skills, ability, competence and achievement that counts most in our society. Or am I wrong… Showing too much emotions may be considered as a weakness. Sometimes I think I feel too much and too deep and I’m very different from other people. It might be the reason why I almost feel overwhelmed when I realise that my feelings and thoughts are understood. Just like you, I would never trade it for anything. It’s how I’m shaped, and I think being able to feel, to feel deeply is a beautiful thing. Take care Suzanne. Such a pleasure to have a discussion with you. 😊❤️

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      4. No, I think you’re very right. I think that most people value talking about tangibles and achievements that can be more easily measured than feelings. I have shied away from sharing my own for the same reasons you write of so well. Sometimes when I talk or even write I will pause and gaze a bit trying to find the words to fully describe what I feel. You said it absolutely perfectly when you wrote how feeling understood can be almost overwhelming. Overwhelming in a lovely way. It’s like that for me too. Such a treasured moment. Indeed, it’s a pleasure for me too Isabelle. Take care 😊❤️

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  10. Hi Ellie, Im glad to discover your blog, like so much your poem, I want to read more… sorry for my english buti… I can improve my Language … Bye for now…

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  12. Imaginative, as always. Imagination is a great tool. I esp liked the pine sailing lines. Made me think of Spenser’s “sayling pine” somewhere in _The Fairy Queen_. Also from a world poetry anthology: “The nostalgia of being a mast sways in the pines.” You’re in good company again.

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