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Inspiration from nature seems endless. Usually the poems appear in my head and are almost complete needing just a tweak to satisfy.  However I have had one on going for 6 months and can’t seem to get it right.  It is a poem about a magnificent larch tree. I am sure it is worth pursuing but just for now it is elusive.  How right the American poet Joyce Kilmer was when he wrote:

Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.

My attempt starts from the point of view of the tree:

What mighty larch, how see you?  What mighty larch is your view?

Hug a tree for fun, people will think you’re mad but then in the long run it doesn’t really matter.

Very best wishes

Denny Bradbury