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Of this tree
......it is a beautiful world ~
All of The time ~ ... We can manage the spin ..... With its sweet gravity! The tree was not trying to be a home or ships or books! And yet ...... it is all of those things ~..Without being chopped and shaved! We sail on the exquisite air ~ She provides..... We read the light ~ Filtered through it's branches ~ We live in the rooms of her seasons! The moon sees more than we do ~ And a park is like a leaf Blown far from a forest! And then caged! Our calling tree is calling back to the forest ~ Through the mists of time!! Through man made frequencies and satellites ~ And when we allow it ~ through us! And we reconnect with souls and places that have always been ~ Our truth Our balance ~ Is somehow restored! so now that we have allowed this landscape to absorb us... We can hear the calling tree ...... all the time!! |
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Of this tree by Abraham Gibson
Abe was part of Calling Tree. He worked with local schools and performed Day at the Beneath the Boughs evening at the Bruce Castle Oak. Contact Abe: [email protected] A version of this poem was read by Abe at the Tottenham Trees Poetry evening, March 2017 |
Other poems to the Bruce Castle Oak:
The Tottenham Oak by Cecilia Strachen of It's a Word Thing
Ode from the Oak by Elizabeth Adams
The Tottenham Oak by Cecilia Strachen of It's a Word Thing
Ode from the Oak by Elizabeth Adams
