I sit beneath the dreaming tree
letting heart run wild and free.
The path to here is long but sure.
For crazy days this is my cure.
Lean and long, grow and gaze,
Wonder at how beauty plays
On dappled thoughts here and there.
My tree whispers love and care.
-jpe (jennifer pilkington edwards)
My Dad’s Poem in response to this one:
Your Dreaming Tree means much to me
Because of it I long to see
My own dazzling Dreaming Tree
To sit beneath and once again a poet be
For time and care and pain, all three
Have robbed my soul of dreams of He
Whose very soul made my tree.
-edward lee pilkington 8/4/2012
And then, my response to his poem:
Dear dad, be assured of thy dreaming tree
For it grows beside my own, so tall and willowy.
Though many storms have bent it low
It sways in the breeze with graceful flow.
Knots and scars have made it strong
Weathered bark withstands the throng.
Within its willows live countless ones
Who through its branches have seen the Son.
I know one day you will once again be
dreaming under your willow tree.
When time and care and pain is o’er
We’ll sit ‘neath our trees on that glistening shore.
And write our poems of the Beauty we see
Then dance the days together, just my daddy and me.
-jpe 8/4/2012
beautiful colors and and liveness…with words to sigh about
Your Dreaming Tree means much to me
Because of it I long to see
My own dazzling Dreaming Tree
To sit beneath and once again a poet be
For time and care and pain, all three
Have robbed my soul of dreams of He
Whose very soul made my tree.
What a wonderful conversation and such beautiful thoughts full of hope and joy!
It’s bringing me to my wonderland 🙂 that’s something I’d see when I close my eyes! Thanks for the adventure
ooh wonderful expressive lines!
Thank you Meegan!!