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Money madness

One day I found a spider
And trapped him in a jar
Hoping he would bring me luck
Without me looking far
He was a money spider
I hope he brings me some
There’s nothing in my wallet
When do you think it will come?
I ask him everyday
To help me grow my tree
He doesn’t seem to want to help
Or bring anything for me
Maybe I should let him go
Then he might give in
I think I’ll let him live in peace
And see what he will bring
But as I go to release him
I notice the web he made
Has turned into a paper bill
Which to me he gave
He seems to enjoy his new home
And so I keep him there
And each and every single day
He makes money which he shares.
 
       Abbe Cutforth

Social butterfly

Are you a social butterfly?

Fluttering from tree to tree?

Are you like the Red Admiral?

So bold and daring, fighting to be free?

Or are you trying to escape the chaos
That cities can bring?

Or maybe you are the social butterfly
That has to have everything

Whoever you are, the next time you are
fluttering from tree to tree

Stop to think, where it is that you would
really like to be,

Where it is that you would like to rest your wings

In the city or countryside?

Where you may still continue to be a social butterfly,

Do consider, not breaking too many hearts

Respect this as a brand new start

Sometimes you may have to pay the price,

For being so bold and free

Whenever you flutter from tree to  tree,

It is only you that can decide

Where to settle your wings

It is only you
That can change many things

By Gillian Sims

FUTURE TREE – Promote Yourself

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Imagine a tree
That grew so high
If you climbed it you’d see
To a place beyond time

You’d see all the futures
The years up ahead
Then climb down with stories
Just filling your head

You’d tell all your friends
who’d laugh and say,
‘See into the future?’
‘You’re kidding!’, ‘No way!’

‘Ok then, I’ll prove it!
Wait here, I’ll be back’
Then off at a run
Down the future tree track.

You’d see even more
And remember it all
Then back on the ground
Feel a hundred feet tall

‘You’ll marry at twenty’
‘You’ll move house next week.’
‘You’ll pass all you math’s tests’
‘You’ll sing in your sleep.’

They’d stare at you, scared now
Believing they’d say,
‘How’d you know so much then?
Please tell us your way.’

‘I just climb this tree.
It’s so high I can see
Right into the future
And all that will be.’

‘Where is it? I’m coming!
No me next! Let me!’
And shaking and scrambling
You all climb the tree.

‘We’re too many. Get down!
You’ll break it! Please stop!’
But nobody’s listening
Their goal is the top.

The tree starts to bend
It creaks and it sways
‘What’s that? Why’s it moving?
Do something!’ They say

You scream and you shout
And hang on for dear life
‘The trees falling down!’
And again, you’re quite right.

It falls in slow motion
A million miles long
On its side it could stretch
From Madrid to Hong Kong

So be warned if you’re climbing
A special tree
Just keep it a secret
Between you and me!

Harula Ladd

Christmas desire

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    December brings us,
    Christmas time
    This time of year,
    Is so divine
    We come together,
    For family games
    We stuff ourselves,
    With candy canes
    Under the tree,
    It’s presents galore
    The city turns white,
    Let the snow pour
    The streets and houses,
    Covered in lights
    Everywhere you look,
    There’s sweet delights
    We always feel stuffed,
    Too much food
    The Christmas spirits,
    Put us in a great mood
    Our stockings hung,
    Over the glowing fire
    Did Santa bring you,
    Your desire. 

  • Abbe Cutforth 

Poetree Creations Extravaganza 2012

Toys’ and things

 

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When it came to holidays

Mama had everything under control,

Baking cookies, wrapping presents

Even decorating the hall.

 

Christmas Eve kept everyone busy

And the house full of holiday cheer.

Papa and Jimmy left at daybreak

On the hunt for the perfect deer.

 

We’d wake up Christmas morning

Feeling the keen sense of surprise,

Excitement in our hearts

The minute we opened our eyes.

 

In our pajamas, hair all a muss,

We stretched and yawned, still half asleep.

Out of bed before Mama and Papa

We managed a sneaky little peek.

 

Catching sunbeams through the open window

Were the branches of a scrawny little tree.

Underneath were handmade toys ’n’ things,

The most thankful sight we ever did see.

 

©2009 Remembering

Sharla Lee shults

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The cottage

 

 

I came across a cottage,

That stood amongst some trees,

And smoke from the chimney,

Was being fanned by a gentle breeze.

 

The cottage fire was burning,

You could see it through the door,

The sweet smell of burning logs,

From the stack upon the floor.

 

The crackle from the fire,

It looked so very warm,

The old man tends his garden,

In clothes all ripped and torn.

 

In a rocking chair a sweet old lady sits,

With hair of silver gray,

Sunrays peeping through the trees

On this summer’s day.

 

The garden decked with flowers,

With primroses round my feet,

The birds they were singing,

They sang so very sweet.

 

The smell of new made bread,

That carried on the breeze,

Little animals playing in the sun,

As they dart amongst the trees.

 

A scarecrow in the field stands,

To frighten away the birds,

It was a picture that I saw,

So I put it into words.

Malcolm Bradshaw

Forest fields


Listen to the merry cheering

As their saw bites through the tree,

Listen to the workmen’s jeering

Things ain’t what they used to be.

 

How the men set to with vigour

As the saw growls through the wood.

As the branches start to wobble

As these chaps do what they should.

 

Rid the garden of its burden

Trunk, branches, leaves, birds’ nests,

Blotting out the sun from shining

On the clothesline’s pants and vests.

 

Listen to the men hurrahing

As the lime tree topples down.

As the “Forest” becomes now daily

A bit more like things are in town.

 

Ron Gardner

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