Sunday 9 September 2018

My daughter tells tales


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/

14 comments:

  1. I love your take on the prompt - such a beautiful story

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  2. Oh, I'd give almost anything to hear what jokes a cypress could tell!

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    1. Q: What kind of tree can fit into your hand?
      A: 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!

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  3. I think cypress trees do stir stories of old. I also think of Van Gogh when I see them.

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  4. Wonderful – both her stories, and yours about her/them!

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  5. I love cypress trees and admire the way this poem flows! 😊

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  6. Oh 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.

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  7. I adore the idea of an urban tree that wants to go on holiday to the dark forest... !!!

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  8. I love the painting, and wish you a real child like Rose (or is she real already?).

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  9. A 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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  10. I love the last line... you are blessed with a poet to follow...

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  11. How wonderful it is to see that spark of creativity in the next generation.

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  12. this 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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