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Memories of Love and of Trees

In Tree Poetry, You Can Grow That by Forest Keeper14 Comments

How often have you seen it?  Two sets of initials, and  a heart, carved into a tree. Universal… Just the sight of it brings to mind so many memories; both your own and the unknown memories of the one that left that  timeless inscription. Who were those two faceless lovebirds? Did they ever come back to this place to visit …

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Slowing Down To Notice the Trees

In From the Field, Tree Poetry by Forest Keeper4 Comments

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The …