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"The Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail" copyright 2004, a lost poem recovered, preview poem, "Passion Amidst Apathy" This Poem is Dedicated to the Storm Victims of North Texas.

Posted in A Dying Tree in McKinney Texas, Another Tree Poem by Texas' Poet John J. Rigo, Death of a Friend Death of a Tree, Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , on June 11, 2014| 2 Comments »

  

“Why do you stare at me?”

A Pear Tree am I
unchanged by the lost of a part of me.
I am the same
nothing has changed
there is just less of me.
 
Why do you stare a me
as you pass?
Am I so different then before?
 
I still smell the air
feel the sky
and warm myself in the sun of day
soak the rain of day
amidst the storms that roll into my horizon.
 
I still dream of dreams
yet to come
for I am and still am
the mighty Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail.
 
I was taller
fuller and prouder
than I am now
but still the Bradford Pear.
 
The tree you looked upon each day
with such pride.
Have I changed so much from those days
when you looked so lovingly at me?
 
The change came slowly over the years.
Worms chewed in the joy of my wood
seeking the essence of me.
 
I grew
but as each leaf fell
I became closer to my death.
 
The death of cut wood and broken twigs
laid upon a ground now unknown to me.
What changed me so quickly and without warning?
 
It was shortly after midnight
the storm came.
Wind tearing at the very soul of me.
 
Wind ripping my inner part out
to lay useless
and with only partial life upon the ground.
 
I am still the same
the Bradford Pear
I live
I breathe
I sun
even with fuller leaves
than before.
 
Should you now love me less
for not being as powerful
and mighty as before?
 
I love you no less
for you see
I am
and will always be 
your Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail. 

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"The Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail" copyright 2004, a lost poem recovered, preview poem, "Passion Amidst Apathy" This Poem is Dedicated to the Storm Victims of North Texas.

Posted in A Dying Tree in McKinney Texas, Death of a Friend Death of a Tree, Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 15, 2014| Leave a Comment »

  

“Why do you stare at me?”

A Pear Tree am I
unchanged by the lost of a part of me.
I am the same
nothing has changed
there is just less of me.
 
Why do you stare a me
as you pass?
Am I so different then before?
 
I still smell the air
feel the sky
and warm myself in the sun of day
soak the rain of day
amidst the storms that roll into my horizon.
 
I still dream of dreams
yet to come
for I am and still am
the mighty Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail.
 
I was taller
fuller and prouder
than I am now
but still the Bradford Pear.
 
The tree you looked upon each day
with such pride.
Have I changed so much from those days
when you looked so lovingly at me?
 
The change came slowly over the years.
Worms chewed in the joy of my wood
seeking the essence of me.
 
I grew
but as each leaf fell
I became closer to my death.
 
The death of cut wood and broken twigs
laid upon a ground now unknown to me.
What changed me so quickly and without warning?
 
It was shortly after midnight
the storm came.
Wind tearing at the very soul of me.
 
Wind ripping my inner part out
to lay useless
and with only partial life upon the ground.
 
I am still the same
the Bradford Pear
I live
I breathe
I sun
even with fuller leaves
than before.
 
Should you now love me less
for not being as powerful
and mighty as before?
 
I love you no less
for you see
I am
and will always be 
your Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail. 

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Bard on the Beach Shakespeare Festival

Posted in Another Great Reblog from WordPress, tagged , , , , , , , on September 5, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Patricia Jordan has one of my favorite blogs. I always find a worthy reblog on her site. This fellow is great in verbally relating Shakespeare, perhaps the greatest poet of all time.

Patricia Jordan's avatarWest Coast Living Canada

 

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” -William Shakespeare

Bard on the Beach is Western Canada’s largest professional Shakespeare Festival. It has an annual attendance of more than 90,000 patrons, and is held in the Bard Village in Vanier Park from mid June to mid September in Vancouver, British Columbia. The Festival celebrates its 25th season in 2013.

Bard Village

The Bard Village is a lively gathering space for patrons to socialize prior to the performances. The Village has a concession, bar services, a gift shop and box office. The Village is open one hour prior to curtain. Performances are held in two tents in a unique setting on the waterfront. The 742-seat main stage tent is open-ended giving the audience…

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"The Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail" copyright 2004, a lost poem recovered, preview poem, "Passion Amidst Apathy" This Poem is Dedicated to the Storm Victims of North Texas.

Posted in Death of a Friend Death of a Tree, Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , on August 25, 2013| 1 Comment »

  

“Why do you stare at me?”

A Pear Tree am I
unchanged by the lost of a part of me.
I am the same
nothing has changed
there is just less of me.
 
Why do you stare a me
as you pass?
Am I so different then before?
 
I still smell the air
feel the sky
and warm myself in the sun of day
soak the rain of day
amidst the storms that roll into my horizon.
 
I still dream of dreams
yet to come
for I am and still am
the mighty Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail.
 
I was taller
fuller and prouder
than I am now
but still the Bradford Pear.
 
The tree you looked upon each day
with such pride.
Have I changed so much from those days
when you looked so lovingly at me?
 
The change came slowly over the years.
Worms chewed in the joy of my wood
seeking the essence of me.
 
I grew
but as each leaf fell
I became closer to my death.
 
The death of cut wood and broken twigs
laid upon a ground now unknown to me.
What changed me so quickly and without warning?
 
It was shortly after midnight
the storm came.
Wind tearing at the very soul of me.
 
Wind ripping my inner part out
to lay useless
and with only partial life upon the ground.
 
I am still the same
the Bradford Pear
I live
I breathe
I sun
even with fuller leaves
than before.
 
Should you now love me less
for not being as powerful
and mighty as before?
 
I love you no less
for you see
I am
and will always be 
your Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail. 

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