Prumnopitys andina
Prumnopitys andina
Prumnopitys andina
While waiting
I stay under your shade,
I come closer
and watch your magnificent bark;
I touch your fissures,
it is like going over a map,
full of hidden signals about your past;
I pick up some little pieces
that have fallen apart,
I could not resist taking
and put them in my bag
This poem is about a real experience while waiting the bus on rural area. I love this tree called "lleuque" (Prumnopitys andina ) After reading Kush poem I remained thinking about it
While waiting
I stay under your shade,
I come closer
and watch your magnificent bark;
I touch your fissures,
it is like going over a map,
full of hidden signals about your past;
I pick up some little pieces
that have fallen apart,
I could not resist taking
and put them in my bag
This poem is about a real experience while waiting the bus on rural area. I love this tree called "lleuque" (Prumnopitys andina ) After reading Kush poem I remained thinking about it
I enjoyed your sensitivity to this tree, Sandra.
It reminds me of the summer of the N.Y. Event, when I drove on to Michigan and visited my woman friend in the northern part. There was one, particularly dramatic, dark-barked, huge-trunked, fascinating tree. I insisted that my friend photograph me with it. It was so big, it was impossible to get all of it and see me, too, so we had to approach those separately. I also brought with me a piece of its fallen bark.
Pete can attest, too, how important it was to me to go into the wood and be photographed with the green of the leaves against the deep, dark, dramatic bark of the trees.
Phil can attest to the trees I/we exclaimed over as we walked the path leading to Avebury in the U.K.
Wonderful poem.
~ Lizzy
It reminds me of the summer of the N.Y. Event, when I drove on to Michigan and visited my woman friend in the northern part. There was one, particularly dramatic, dark-barked, huge-trunked, fascinating tree. I insisted that my friend photograph me with it. It was so big, it was impossible to get all of it and see me, too, so we had to approach those separately. I also brought with me a piece of its fallen bark.
Pete can attest, too, how important it was to me to go into the wood and be photographed with the green of the leaves against the deep, dark, dramatic bark of the trees.
Phil can attest to the trees I/we exclaimed over as we walked the path leading to Avebury in the U.K.
Wonderful poem.
~ Lizzy
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Tri me I do not know if there is a word in english for lleuque because this is a native tree from the Andes. In google appears with that name, you can see it in:
http://www.viarural.com.ar/viarural.com ... efault.htm
http://www.viarural.com.ar/viarural.com ... efault.htm
I'm feeling disappointed. With my home computer being so much slower and my running late, I waited until I got to work to try to see this. However, all I get is the small red x in the small box, inside another small box. When I right click on the red x and click on Show Picture, nothing happens. Nothing
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until i got to the footnote, i assumed you
were talking about Leonard Cohen's face
("Dulce et decorem est pro Lenny mori")
In any case it inspired me.
(--hacking Horace again,
"Dulce et decorem est pro uni arbori mori")
I Loved the Tree - gmw
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I loved the tree.
I hugged the tree.
The tree left me.
.
until i got to the footnote, i assumed you
were talking about Leonard Cohen's face
("Dulce et decorem est pro Lenny mori")
In any case it inspired me.
(--hacking Horace again,
"Dulce et decorem est pro uni arbori mori")
I Loved the Tree - gmw
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I loved the tree.
I hugged the tree.
The tree left me.
.