Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Maple Trees Of Leicester Street Comments

Rating: 5.0

What hand did plant these maple trees
And set them in a bed of stone?
Away from verdant woodland
Where their roots can't grow nor spread,
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ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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Lynda Robson 07 December 2009

You are so in tune with nature and it shows so well in this poem, a very enjoyable read written in your unique way 10 Lynda xx

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Ernestine Northover 29 November 2009

You have captured a well known theme here Andrew, it is a cruelty of sorts isn't it. Beautifully arranged piece and such a pleasure to read, I really enjoyed it. Thanks lots. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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Such a bittersweet poem Andrew as you always capture beauty so eloquently, even though it is under unfortunate circumstances. The rhythm and message is so strong and the last stanza is excellent. 10 love Karin

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Sandra Fowler 25 November 2009

A metaphorical elegy to beauty that is forever lost on its surroundings.You are indeed a poet of quality.Encore, Andrew! Warmest regards, Sandra

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Ann Beard 25 November 2009

Beautifully written Andrew you make me feel guilty enjoying the shade in our High Street, but imagine a town without trees to soften the hard lines. and the Maple is so lovely. Kind regards. Ann

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Ramesh T A 24 November 2009

Nice contemplative poem over the scene quite absorbing the mind!

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Sandra Martyres 24 November 2009

A beautiful poem..with a sad tone Andrew...10

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Tsira Goge 24 November 2009

And I shall keep believing Through the pain of autumn tears. ..................................................... Is fine Andrew..10... Best wishes, Tsira

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