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    Inhoud blog
  • 2006 - ROSES in our garden - page 9
  • Page 8 - Poetry
  • page 7 - early MAY
  • page 6 .....and more photos from spring 2006
  • Page 5 - Spring 2006
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  • Page 3
  • Page 2
  • INDEX
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    31-05-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Page 8 - Poetry







    Flowers of remembrance

    It's 33 years ago today...
    If you would read this, yonder
    in faraway Africa
    "a very happy birthday"
    I couldn't give you
    flowers from our garden
    but in my heart I still
    remember and cherish
    the soundness and intense joy
    of when you were born
    All memories, like tender
    beautiful flowers
    today I can call you by your name
    "dear Inge"
    "a very happy birthday"
    yonder in faraway Africa

    Mum 13.09.00


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    Trees die upright

     

    Birds are still sitting on your branches

    The wind caresses your bald crown

    You're standing so majestic and very upright, yet

    the battle has run its course

    No silver lake and no future either

    slowly everything gets undermined

    how can it be that you

    are slowly dying away ?

     

    You were beautiful in your fresh spring coat

    but I even loved you more in winter

    when everything was grey and bald

    and you, the silver proud den in our garden

    in white or ice, your wintercoat

    with here or there once in a while

    a spark of light and a ray of sunshine

    that's how you contributed to the hope that overcame winter

     

    I haven't counted the years, nor the heights

    8 stories high perhaps and only

    twenty years young, you looked so strong

    and so sure of yourself

    Haven't I hugged you enough ? or

    thank you enough, or were you just tired

    of all that standing up

    well, what does it matter

     

    The last few months your silver turned

    brown, and all that rests is a bald crown

    but also your dead silhouet

    I still like

    I'd like to thank you for all those years

    The joy you gave us

    Even if you weren't human

    You lived in the heart of our garden

     

    What silent joy brings

    Generosity and abundance

    Voyage of discovery

    Nature and joy of gardening


    ria - 2003

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    Silver fir, 2 years later

     

    Bruised, de-barked, damaged

    all over your limbs

    You're still there

    although soon you will be past

    A woodpigeon, silvergrey and round

    keeps guard for a little while longer

    And basks himself in the sun, generously smiling,

    for quite a while

    A picture, on your skinny branch

    They, well fed

    with a nice coat of feathers

    And you, how weak you look now

    Regularly, birds coming to rest

    on your dead skeleton

    not a soft, but a willing bed

    oh, give it up

    Your SOUL has fled

    a bit more each year

    it hurts

    yet there will never be an end

    when they chop you down, later, in winter

    dug up your roots

    a new cycle will start

    and in the sky, more horizon will develop

    I'll mist you, silver fir of ours !

     

    August 3, 2005 - ria

     

     

    31-05-2006 om 00:00 geschreven door garden_and_nature


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