There's a cypress in our garden
And it's tall and thin like me
It's been there for many a year
It watches us carefully
It's not like a trembling poplar
Or sturdy like an old oak
But proud and tall and whispers to me
And sometimes will tell a joke
It can see above the rooftop
To find the hills far away
He yearns to be in a dark forest
To go there on holiday
T'was my daughter who told those tales
Handsome knights, a midnight deed
Of dark haunted woods and waterfalls
Searching for lost Gannymede
I love this world she has created
Rivers overflowing and gold mines
Rose will be a poet or writer
She's showing all the right signs
Image found at https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/787215209841315856/
I love your take on the prompt - such a beautiful story
ReplyDeleteOh, I'd give almost anything to hear what jokes a cypress could tell!
ReplyDeleteQ: What kind of tree can fit into your hand?
DeleteA: A palm tree!
Q: How do trees get on the internet?
A: They log in.
Q: How can you tell that a tree is a dogwood tree?
A: By its bark!
I think cypress trees do stir stories of old. I also think of Van Gogh when I see them.
ReplyDeleteWonderful – both her stories, and yours about her/them!
ReplyDeleteI love cypress trees and admire the way this poem flows! 😊
ReplyDeleteOh the imagination of a child can be amazing. This is a wonderful memory of stories shared Robin. I love the rhyme that flows in it as well.
ReplyDeleteI adore the idea of an urban tree that wants to go on holiday to the dark forest... !!!
ReplyDeleteA magical beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the painting, and wish you a real child like Rose (or is she real already?).
ReplyDeleteA chip off the old block, Robin. We have a cypress tree in the front yard of the home we are selling. Nineteen years ago we planted it when we mover in. Had to shave the root knobs once, a couple were over a foot tall.
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I love the last line... you are blessed with a poet to follow...
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful it is to see that spark of creativity in the next generation.
ReplyDeletethis is just such a wonderful poem, a story within the stories, and it was a true wonder and delight to read, and be carried into the words ~ pure magic! this is the type of poetry that lifts the spirits :)
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