The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?…
Wait on the LORD : be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.
Psalm 27: 1…14 (the verses between are lovely too)
A new tree in the foreground with a distant aging oak.
Here are some of my thoughts I had after taking this picture.
Trees New and Old
The future in bright green, plastic swathed
The past in brownblack bark moss bathed
Today I saw a new tree, eight in fact.
Their glorious age I will never see.
The centenarian trees look on;
Their girth, their height
Their idiocyncracies of might
make sport of such unembarrassed youth.
They too were young when Alexander Pope looked on.
My family's time belongs to the aged oaks
It was under them we sat and played
Their shade fell over Pachlan Purdy , Patches and now Bess.
My memories lie beneath their rough old boughs the new trees are for another's life.
By
Sandy
Here is a poem written by the poet Alexander Pope who lived as a young person near this meadow.
ODE ON SOLITUDE
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade
In winter fire
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
By
Alexander Pope
on
this grey, cold day in early spring.
The sun came out much later for a while. It always makes us smile.
Sandy 🙂
Love the poem by Pope 🌸
Yes ,Solitude is lovely!
Great poem Sandy and lovely pictures amidst the snow. 🙏🏾💗
Thank you . Nice to see you as always.
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Your poem is beautiful, Sandy!
A beautiful post. I like the interesting comparison you made between old and young trees. Well done!
Thank you you are so kind.
You are most welcome!
Wow you really are in spring. I still need snowshoes in the woods here. 30″ …mid thigh.
Yes, and with the snow drops nearly gone, dafidols out and the tulips soon to be out our spring will be over and then I guess you will be in the middle of enjoying yours for 2023.
Hopefully by May as I have a wilderness canoe trip planned without the snow and iced over lakes.
I wish you a good thaw before then.
I like your poem better than Pope’s. 🥰
You are biased cause you love me !!!
I really love your poem. It’s so beautiful and heartfelt. That last line, “My memories lie beneath their rough old boughs the new trees are for another’s life.” Poignant but not sad. Gorgeous.
Thank you . It truly was heartfelt as it was those trees that we visited when the cottage was unbearable.