Dancing Cottonwoods
Posted on September 12th, 2004 in All, Poems, Selected Few
In moonlight glare,
Cottonwoods sing in the wind.
I see silvery branches, glowing.
Camp sits between the beauties,
near the sandy creek
running chilly and cold.
The Cottonwoods tilt their trunks,
waving their arms-back and forth
beneath the moon.
Heaven is here.
Dancing Cottonwoods,
creak their wooden limbs.
September 13th, 2004 9:42 am
Nice. This reminds me a lot of something I wrote a while back titled, “The Mighty Mighty Oak Tree.” In that respect, I think we have something in common.
September 13th, 2004 7:00 pm
Hey Vernon,
I would like to read your poem about the big oak. I mention Cottonwoods in a lot of stuff. I don’t know why I like them so much!? They’re just awesome!
September 16th, 2004 9:21 am
You’ve given me an idea. I’ll post that poem in an upcoming post – it goes along with what I almost experienced – a hurricane. Check my site soon.