Poems about trees and family
Trees Quotes (572 quotes)
A Family Is Like A Tree - Poem by GAYLE ANNE GOFF
Here you will find a variety of poems about family that you are welcome to share with your immediate or extended family members. You could also add them to your scarpbook or share them on facebook it's up to you. In addition, family members such as sisters, brothers, cousins and parents are great at offering free advice and their perspective on things. Some of the categories that are coverd include, family reunions, loss of a family member, Christmas with the family, and even these sentimental Mother's Day Poems. Most of these verses are meant to be sweet and inspirational, but you will find a few funny ones as well. Your family are people, you can depend, If you get in trouble, they shall defend. They are the one's that understand, Always willing to give you a hand.
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A tree is like a family it starts out very small but it soon begins to grow and the family too also grows. The tree starts out with small branches. A family ita a child. Soon the tree has been generated with new branches and too the family expands not with branches, but generations. Their both so much a like in so many ways.
Sunbonneted, a baby in your arms, Your home for months, a jolting wagon bed, How staunchly you suppressed the deep alarms That grew with every mile you forged ahead!
can you tell me all about it
GAYLE ANNE GOFF
Prev Poem. Next Poem. Trees are like families: if the roots are not preserved or firmly planted, it will die, like a plant that turns black when not watered If the roots are deep, it will go on; it will survive it is essential for the tree to survive and the family to go on. A newborn baby; their seeds carry pieces of the past, creating a new future, a mixture of the old to create the new Many saplings, all different Many siblings, none the same Haunted by dreams that turn to truths a child awakes in the night after a nightmare a tree is disturbed by outside influences One sapling's roots do not take to the ground Some days it digs deep, other days it tips and rocks No balance, like a chaotic household, just enough to stay afloat It is losing ground, leaves, losing faith, losing hope. Calm before the storm, silence at dinner, struck down by the screams and the yells of a confused soul One sapling grows and thrives reaches toward the sun, reaches toward the future the sun and air aid the tree, provides nutrition, like a mother comforts a child. Rhythms By Michael Crill. Did you spell check your submission?