Return to Website

Poets' Coop's E-Group Forum: A Virtual Writers' Group

Need some feedback on a work in progress? Try the Poets' Coop's e-Group. Cut & paste your poem into this free "electronic bulletin board" for others to critique. To get your own creative juices flowing, maybe you just need to reflect on another's poem or to give our monthly Poetic Challenge a try. Come give some constructive criticism. Check back often to see what the others have to say or check the box to get an email whenever someone has commented.

Poets' Coop's E-Group Forum: A Virtual Writers' Group
Start a New Topic 
Author
Comment
The oak in winter

The Oak

Don’t stare at me in winter time,
Im just an oak tree not a pine,
Pines stay neatly dressed all year,
Come winters chill they have no fear.

From chilly winds and freezing snow,
That rack my bough from top to toe,
Pouring rain and biting sleet,
Unguarded trunk and branches meet.

Pines don’t have this awful stress,
Casting off a summer dress,
They don’t wear my worried frown,
As dancing leaves flutter down.

Changing partners on the way,
Acknowledging their final day,
Hello, goodbye, its time to quit,
No good crying this is it.

Dance, be merry, twirl around,
Twist and flutter to the ground,
Make a carpet o so rich.
Block the farmers drainage ditch.

The pine looks on, with nonchalant air,
Smartly dressed, with not a care,
My sillouette, is stark and bare,
To natures gaze and freezing air.

O, how I wish I was a pine,
To hold these dying leaves of mine,
Don’t stare at me in winter time,
Come back in May and I’ll be fine
jb©©