Day 19: Woodsy Ode (Odes)

Prompt: Trees; Word Prompts: Forest, Sapling, Seedling, Woods, Mossy; Poetic Form: Odes

OctPoWriMo

An ode is poem praising a person, place, or thing (a noun). Today's poem is praising trees. Simple, Dear Readers? Actually it is. I haven't written anything in a form in close to a week. An ode gives me a chance to focus my writing into something specific. Granted, I didn't have to rhyme and count syllables today, but I do feel that returned to a form of mine own. 

So, I leave you, Dear Readers, with my praise of trees. What are your favourite types of trees, memories of trees, what you love, like, or hate about trees? Leave me a comment below...

from MorgueFile

Woodsy Ode

Upon the boughs do swing,

leaves

and vines

all shapes are size.

Give me the shade,

under your wide berth,

a forest of soldiers

not on the march,

but standing stock still,

as sentinels,

guarding

where I read

or

write--

my peace

and birth ideas

under mossy branches

of willow,

oak,

and  birch--

strong,

they hold back 

wind

and 

rain,

asking for no other,

let us do them the honour

then

of their caretakers be.