Posts Tagged ‘Guadalupe River’


The cypress trees that line the river’s banks
Don’t bow like sycophants, but standing tall
Drink deeply from its waters, giving thanks,
Change to a colored ribbon in the fall. 

Distinction then is clearly made between
Those favored watered trees and lesser kin.
The river’s snaking path is clearly seen
By pattern of its leafy autumn skin. 

The revelation is a doubled truth:
It twists and turns because the tough it shuns.
It seeks an ease as never-ending sleuth,
For low is where the lazy water runs. 

The path of least resistance sluggards take
If in their beds they ever stir and wake.


The photo is mine, of the Guadalupe River in Texas.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.




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trees for mannequin     

The winter trees are bleak and bare,
   Stripped by the fingers cold
That came along and left them nude,
   Like shorn sheep in a fold. 

In nature’s wide department store,
   In windows on display,
They stand as naked mannequins
   In their undressed array. 

But world will wake one day to see
   A sight astonishing –
The shiv’ring trees with leaves once more,
   Dressed wondrously by Spring.


I wrote this while eating lunch in a cafe recently.  My
mind, for some reason, could not come up with the word
“mannequin”.  I asked Crystal, my waitress, and she
gave it to me immediately and I was able to finish the
the poem before I left.  I decided later to name it with
the word I couldn’t remember.  Thanks, Crystal!


The photo is mine, of trees along the Guadalupe River in Texas.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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