A poem

[Mostew]

When I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.

Mary Oliver

[tattybogle]

Trees are ace, and much wiser than humans.

Some of my best friends are trees.

I used to live in a wood. I miss it. Nowadays i keep captive Oak trees in pots,sort of semi bonsai, including a Portugese Cork Oak that i smuggled home as an acorn. One day i may set them free.......... but i'd miss them too.

[tattybogle]

A useful poem for those of you with a log burner, or a penchant for sitting round a fire in the garden:

The Firewood Poem

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Beechwood fires are bright and clear

If the logs are kept a year,

Chestnut's only good they say,

If for logs 'tis laid away.

Make a fire of Elder tree,

Death within your house will be;

But ash new or ash old,

Is fit for a queen with crown of gold

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Birch and fir logs burn too fast

Blaze up bright and do not last,

it is by the Irish said

Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.

Elm wood burns like churchyard mould,

E'en the very flames are cold

But ash green or ash brown

Is fit for a queen with golden crown

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Poplar gives a bitter smoke,

Fills your eyes and makes you choke,

Apple wood will scent your room

Pear wood smells like flowers in bloom

Oaken logs, if dry and old

keep away the winter's cold

But ash wet or ash dry

a king shall warm his slippers by

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The firewood poem was written by Celia Congreve, is believed to be first published in THE TIMES newspaper on March 2nd 1930

And here's another from hard won experience;

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Wet Wood

Brown Rice

Long Time

Tastes Nice

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By a girl i met in a wood one day.

P.s please ask the tree's permission before you cut it down , it may be one of my friends.

[Mostew in reply to tattybogle]

Thank you . Both great .