the secret knowledge of trees
The Druid’s Tree
( Rowan )
This Rowan tree in bloom I rest beneath,
Whose berries filled her boughs in ruby red.
That ever spread its legend ‘cross the heath,
To giving pause the rising of the dead.
Protector from the devil’s evil sway,
This Rowan tree in bloom I rest beneath.
Whose leaves are from a living bird of prey,
And ne’er a welcome sight to witch’s meet.
I lean against the sav’ry of its wreath,
In dappled shade that quivers in its arms.
This Rowan tree in bloom I rest beneath,
Sprigs of it in my hair keep me from harm.
Which also includes charms against my will;
I keep a bower on my mantle piece.
What turns to honeyed wine, not bitter swill?
This Rowan tree in bloom I rest beneath.
This Rowan tree in bloom I rest beneath,
Whose berries filled her boughs in ruby red.
That ever spread its legend ‘cross the heath,
To giving pause the rising of the dead.
Protector from the devil’s evil sway,
This Rowan tree in bloom I rest beneath.
Whose leaves are from a living bird of prey,
And ne’er a welcome sight to witch’s meet.
I lean against the sav’ry of its wreath,
In dappled shade that quivers in its arms.
This Rowan tree in bloom I rest beneath,
Sprigs of it in my hair keep me from harm.
Which also includes charms against my will;
I keep a bower on my mantle piece.
What turns to honeyed wine, not bitter swill?
This Rowan tree in bloom I rest beneath.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Yellow ribbon on the ground
to be tied to that oak tree.
Under cover of darkness.
Secret rite. Token of my love.
Needing it to be your hand
that tied it there for love of me.
Cars paraded down the hill.
Skateboarders momently there.
Someone deep in the garden
watching that buoyant world
which guided me faraway.
Still here's the yellow ribbon
tied to my backpack, having
passed by many strong oak trees
standing true on their native
land. Their leaves shower down
in a display lost on my eyes.
to be tied to that oak tree.
Under cover of darkness.
Secret rite. Token of my love.
Needing it to be your hand
that tied it there for love of me.
Cars paraded down the hill.
Skateboarders momently there.
Someone deep in the garden
watching that buoyant world
which guided me faraway.
Still here's the yellow ribbon
tied to my backpack, having
passed by many strong oak trees
standing true on their native
land. Their leaves shower down
in a display lost on my eyes.
Written by Tunde_e
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
eswaller, Ely, PlaydateWithFire, Jade-Pandora, Stoney223, FromTheAsh, AspergerPoet56, Tallen, butters, Tunde_e, Heaven_sent_Kathy, Hepcat61, MysticalRose, Layla, PleasuresOfPain, Cocoa, the5thRiddler, LunaGreyhawk, TheVoidSpeaks, Brando, Miss_Sub
Thank you to the following members for voting:
eswaller, Ely, PlaydateWithFire, Jade-Pandora, Stoney223, FromTheAsh, AspergerPoet56, Tallen, butters, Tunde_e, Heaven_sent_Kathy, Hepcat61, MysticalRose, Layla, PleasuresOfPain, Cocoa, the5thRiddler, LunaGreyhawk, TheVoidSpeaks, Brando, Miss_Sub
I thank our incredible host Crimsin for such a magical opportunity with our other family The Trees! And many thanks for those members who voted. This is so special to me, growing up with trees: hugging them, climbing & playing in them, singing & confiding with them. And now, with all the wild & brushfires around here, I cry & pray for them. Please send your prayers no matter where you are.💌
And thank you once again.🙏🏻
Jade🐾
And thank you once again.🙏🏻
Jade🐾
