Shawn L. Bird

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poem-they’re thinning the trees November 12, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:56 am
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Pines and spruce tower

ninety feet into the air

a wall of green

a squirrel playground.

Broken by the last windstorm

Branches the size of adult legs snapped,

tangled,

blocking the road,

risking the roof.

With each roar of the chainsaw

years are cut away.

Now, we see the lights of town

glistening below.

Greenery sacrificed for urban beauty.

Our new view

comes with grief for the scent of spruce

in the waving wind.

 

poem-breeze July 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:36 pm
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Leaves wave

from tree tops

Some exhuberant,

amazed to greet the sky,

some, more lazily,

wave with sighs

 

 

 

poem- quilted drive April 15, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:42 pm
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I drive a lime aphid

along a grey ribbon,

through rippling hills

and valleys of

green velvet

along teal satin waters

beneath a blue silk sky

dusted with tufts of batting fluff.

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(The aphid is actually a Beetle, but the colour is right). 😉

 

poem- perspective March 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Rotary — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:22 pm
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Most ferns unfold their fronds

beneath the trees in shady glades.

Along the winding roads

in the Olympic peninsula

ferns view a new perspective,

rooting into the moss

that wraps and drapes the trees.

Instead of remaining on forest floor the fern explore

the sights and sounds high above ground

the wind blown coast

the ocean salt.

Some ferns take advantage of a willing host

to see more of the world.

Their lives may be shorter

and less spread out,

but their perspective is expansive

without a doubt.

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I was astounded to see what I’d call a Boston fern growing all along the roads, from the mossy trunks of all sorts of trees between Forks and Port Angeles* in Washington State.  Huge ones were beneath the trees on the shady side of the road, but on the west side of the road, where the moss was thickest on the trees, the same ferns were growing from out of the moss all the way up the trunks. I didn’t see huge established ferns, just single fronds unfurled on the trees, but dozens on each tree.  It kind of reminded me of being an exchange student, taking root in a new location, and seeing the world from a different view. 🙂  

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*This is the road that Edward Cullen takes at ridiculous speeds in his Volvo in the Twilight books. Personally, I don’t think even someone with supernatural powers should be driving faster than 60 miles/hr on that road! 😉

 

Monday Meme- 2013-09-09 Red Woods September 9, 2013

Filed under: Monday Meme,Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:30 pm
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Here is a photo meme for you!

 Your assignment:

1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.

2. Post it on your blog.

3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).

4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.

I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with!  (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).

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California Red Woods

 

tree time March 21, 2013

Filed under: Commentary,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:14 pm
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Centuries go by

in whirling winds, in rustling rains

in silent snow

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Centuries go by

Moccasins tread silently,

worship towering boughs.

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Centuries go by

Path’s pounded into road and

jarring engines rush

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Centuries go by

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Stout Grove Redwoods

Stout Grove Redwoods

 

 
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