Archive for the ‘Trees’ Tag

Tree and Woody Stem   Leave a comment

Biology Drawings Folder Top

Images Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

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I noticed that the teacher gave most of my father’s high school biology drawings good grades.  They do look indicative of concentrated effort.

My father graduated from Summerville High School, Summerville, Georgia, in 1962.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

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Tree

Woody Stem

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Tree Arch   Leave a comment

Tree Arch

Above:  Part of the Second Draft of the Poem

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A tree in Americus woods grows upward

then back to the ground, forming an arch

of wood and bark unbroken–not severed–

through which one might even march.

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Why did the tree grow this way?

It is a good question, I propose.

Pondering such things, I do say,

regarding how Mother Nature goes,

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is a helpful spiritual exercise,

for to look around and pay attention–

really to open one’s eyes–

is to notice what God has done.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

NOVEMBER 29, 2013 COMMON ERA

Posted November 29, 2013 by neatnik2009 in Afternoons, Americus Georgia, Autumn, Sumter County Georgia

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Morning Glory   Leave a comment

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Above:  May Morning (1886)

Image Creator = Hatch Litho. Co.

Image Source = Library of Congress

(http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2004667246/)

Reproduction Number = LC-DIG-pga-01516

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A poem based on the view at my front door this morning

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The sky is blue and mostly clear;

a few wispy clouds have appeared.

The sun shines brightly upon the ground;

hardly an unpleasant sight is to be found.

The flowers so colorful are,

and lovely green grass is close, not far.

The trees, majestic and near,

comfort me; I have nothing to fear.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

MAY 27, 2013 COMMON ERA

Swollen River V   4 comments

Small green leaves

rest upon bedrock

as a creek flows gently and barely

over it en route to

the river quite near by,

just a few yards away,

where the journey does cease.

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The creek water is clear,

unlike the brown river

swollen by rains

which, without any pains,

have turned it from a relative sliver

with many exposed rocks,

often with turtles sunning on them,

into this roaring brown torrent

falling over and obscuring the bedrock.

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Yet now I notice joyfully

a plethora of trees doing what I suppose

they have done more often than not:

Drinking deeply of the river

as it feeds their roots which have grown

low to the water.

These trees imbibe the water of life.

And I, staring at them,

do, for a time,

forget that anywhere there is strife.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

MAY 23, 2013 COMMON ERA

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https://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/2013/05/05/swollen-river/

https://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/2013/05/06/swollen-river-ii/

https://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/2013/05/14/swollen-river-iii-one-week-later/

https://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/swollen-river-iv/

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Arched Tree   Leave a comment

Just north of Ben Burton Park,

next to a beaten path, and

beside the Middle Oconee River,

a group of trees grows from a common root system.

Some grow straight up,

toward the sky.

One grows along the ground,

down the river bank,

to drink from the river.

Another tree to the earth is bound,

forming an arch

then growing up from the surface again.

As I rank

trees in order of interest to me,

those two latter trees,

more than some others I have seen,

fascinate me more keenly.

So to them I want to march

day after day,

from their asymmetry

spiritually to sup.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

MAY 14, 2013 COMMON ERA

Of Turtles, Squirrels, and Woods   Leave a comment

Turtles sunned themselves on large rocks

in the Middle Oconee River

then returned to the water

as squirrels darted through trees,

along the ground,

and up tree trunks,

sometimes looking at us we observed them.

The temperature outside was about sixty-four degrees

(Fahrenheit), the sky a lovely shade of blue,

as toward the park, through it, and back home we were bound,

traversing a winding trail in the woods,

occasionally through arborial arches.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

APRIL 26, 2013 COMMON ERA