The Poetry Tree

There is an art to writing poetry. And we are blessed to have Treepers here who are able to master this art…and share it with us.

Their Work shines out and illuminates our Tree. Their reflections touch our hearts and give us food for thought.

This thread is a place for us to collect their Work and revisit it again. A place to curate and display these poetic works so that we can find them easily.

Just like a tiny acorn that, once planted, can grow into a mighty tree…the thoughts that our talented Poets share with us, give us inspiration to grow and fortify us going  forward.


I would ask that when you post a Poem that has been posted, to please include a link to the post where it appeared. That way we can take a peek at where it appeared when the Poet originally posted it.

In case you are unfamiliar with how to do this…you simply cursor over the Time Stamp underneath the poster’s name, then right-click on it and click on ‘Copy link’. Then paste it into your comment here, by right-clicking on where you want to put it…and click on ‘Paste’.


There are other classic poetic works that are eerily relevant to our current Time. Please feel free to post those as well, if you like.



104 thoughts on “The Poetry Tree

  1. A March Snow

    Let the old snow be covered with the new:
    The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
    Let it be hidden wholly from our view
    By pure white flakes, all trackless and untrodden.
    When Winter dies, low at the sweet Spring’s feet
    Let him be mantled in a clean, white sheet.

    Let the old life be covered by the new:
    The old past life so full of sad mistakes,
    Let it be wholly hidden from the view
    By deeds as white and silent as snow-flakes.

    Ere this earth life melts in the eternal Spring
    Let the white mantle of repentance fling
    Soft drapery about it, fold on fold,
    Even as the new snow covers up the old.

    – Ella Wheeler Wilcox



    Think Ahead

    Oh, WuFlu, WuFlu, what’re we to do?
    How can we survive when it comes through?
    What to do?

    Pessimists say that humanity’s done,
    With nowhere to hide and nowhere to run
    We’re all doomed!

    The Clueless say that it’s just the flu
    It won’t get me and who cares about you
    Just the flu!

    Pragmatists say that we’ve got to plan
    We can do it if anyone can
    Think ahead!

    Sanctuary cities, all run by Dimms
    Filled by rot and waste right to the brim
    Clean ‘em up!

    Alien invaders are comin’ in
    Bringin’ their diseases with all their kin
    Build the wall!

    Group gatherings only spread it more
    Passed from you to me, an infectious spore
    Shut ‘em down!

    All the kids at school will spread it around
    To the school staff, then it’s homeward bound
    Close ‘em now!

    People with fevers, we need to find out
    If it’s WuFlu , so there is no doubt
    Test ‘em all!

    Make the test kits reliable and fast
    Make ‘em by the millions so that they’ll last
    Send ‘em out

    Make those test kits available to all
    Do it with speed, it’s not the time to stall
    Test ‘em now!

    Ventilators are needed, thousands more
    Put our manufacturers on this chore
    Make ‘em now!

    People with WuFlu need more than a nurse
    Don’t wait to see if it’s gonna get worse
    Treat ‘em now!

    After they’re cured they’re weak and might shed
    Give ‘em time to recuperate in bed
    Watch ‘em close!

    For those folks who cough, sneeze and spray
    Let’s all get masks and wear ‘em today
    Wear your mask!

    Drugs to kill WuFlu are needed fast
    Made in U.S.A., not like in the past
    Make ‘em here!

    We’ve got approved drugs that now work well
    And more coming soon to kill those germ cells
    Use ‘em now!

    Avoid all crowds and give people space
    Stay and home and avoid face-to-face

    Don’t go to work when you start to feel sick
    And call your doctor, and better call quick
    Do it now!

    Wear gloves, use wipes and wash your hands
    All work together for WuFlu’s last stand

    When all this is over and finally won
    We’ll be amazed what Americans have done
    We are one!

    Praise and thank the Good Lord for His grace
    Return to Him now and seek His face
    Praise the Lord!

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  3. “Chambered Nautilus” by Andrew Wyeth (1956)


    Far wind, old sea-wind, you
    That wake me from my dream,
    Your soft airs waft to me
    Memories of some sea
    That I was moving through
    Forever, in my dream.
    I wake, yet all things seem
    So dream-dark, falsely true–
    Dark is the night, the dream
    Dark, I was moving through.
    Oh, what is false, what true?
    Oh, that the soft airs blew
    A breath from some far sea
    To wake me from this dream.

    – John Hall Wheelock

    The woman in the Wyeth painting was his mother-in-law, Elizabeth James. She had a terminal illness at that time and was mostly bedridden. From where she sat, the sea off the coast of Maine could be seen through the window.

    In describing his painting, Wyeth said that the front door was open and a sea breeze was blowing into the bedroom, ruffling the lace fabric on the bed canopy.

    More info here:

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