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Trees
What are more beautiful
Than trees in fall
Like the mighty oak
So sturdy and tall?
So radiant are their colors
Of red, yellow and gold
Bowing in the fall winds
To mother earth below
Ann
Olson
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The Oak Tree
The oak tree is so pretty
and tall
Soon the woodman’s ax will make it fall
It will travel to factories and mills
And months later will be listed
On lumber yard bills
William
Dormady
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The
Big Tree
There’s a big old
tree
Four thousand years old
He isn’t the same
As he was years ago
He’s a big old
fellow
‘Bout thirty feet wide
And He’s almost three hundred feet
Up the side
Some men think
The old tree’s slick
I think they’re just trying
To find what makes him tick
Kenneth
Glasser
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Trees
I never thought a poem was
as lovely as a tree
A tree that lifts her branches to pray
I never knew the loveliness of a tree
Until one day the branches waved at me in the breeze
Karen
Stainbrook
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The
Tree’s Ball
I like the trees in spring
I like the trees in fall
When they get ready for the ball
Red and yellow and some in green
Some as pretty as a queen
They ren and hum, like a busy bee
Getting ready for the spree
Jane
Fridgen
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A
Little Tree
All the day a little tree
grew
From the early dusk
To the morning dew
Romuald Ikauniks |
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Trees
I like the pretty swaying
birch
That stands close by the old brick church
See it sway and dance and bend
Doing a dance that will not end.
The stately poplar neat and
prim
The tall old elm by the river rim
The pretty ash with berries of red
That stands near-by our old wood shed
Anita
Stewart
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Trees
I like the trees in autumn
With their leaves yellow green and red
When they fall to the ground one by one
To form a leafy bed.
Carol
Hughes
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Haunted Oak
There once was a man, who
cut down an oak
It was haunted he said so I’ll cut down the oak
But as it fell it seemed to say the man haunted me
The oak crushed him to death in a laughing way
And to this day I hear it say in a very echoing way
He haunted
Johnnie Kraling
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The Old Man
There was an old man
Long ago
Who lived in the woods
The trees, the bees, and everything was nice
Except the tiny little deer mice
They’d eat and eat and eat some more
At the little front door
The trees made fine shade
The bees made him honey
And came to his aid
LeRoy
Larson
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Trees
Trees in autumn
Look like they are going to a costume ball
Trees in winter
Look so cold and naked
Trees in spring
Look so bright and cheerful
Trees in summer
Look so gay and happy
Sally
Gagner
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Trees
As the
school days began
The trees began changing colors
Brown orange
yellow red,
School was beautiful
But not as beautiful as the trees.
The collections began and they ended
There were no more leaves
Except on the beautiful fir trees
Marcella
Brekken
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Trees In Autumn
Trees of autumn
Are beautiful trees
That swish and sway
In the summer breeze
The rainbow colors
The tree leaves bear
Show us with much splendor
That only God could put them there
Is it no wonder
The poets will say
God is everywhere and---
His presence is shown in many ways?
Patricia
Pierce
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Tree
Once I saw
a little tree
The leaves were smaller than a bee
The stem was very big and round
It grew and grew without a sound.
Albert
Rupaninis
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Autumn Trees
The trees
are something I love
For they make a sweet nest for a dove
They have such sweet leaves in fall
When all the boys play football
I am very glad we have the tree
It’s very useful for little me.
Gerald
Amiot
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The Birch Tree
The birch tree is beautiful
With its white white bark
It twists in the wind
It bends in the deep deep dark
Joanne Palmer |
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The Autumn Ball
The trees were all excited
The Autumn Ball was near
We’ll have to make new dresses
For this party of the year
“May I escort you
lady fair?”
Said the poplar to the beech
“Yes, you may escort me there.”
“Don’t you like my dress of peach?”
Janet
Cournia
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Funny Old Jack
There once was a tree named
Jack
His leaves were so flat
They went Splack!
They moaned and they groaned
As the tree came down
And that was the end of Jack
Mary
Jo LaBonte
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Trees
in Fall
In spring,
summer, winter and fall
The noble pine stands oh! so tall
The little birch sways in
the breeze
And the huge oak is losing his leaves
The yellow chestnut is
shedding her gold
Warning us of the winter cold
But when the sumac spread
their fire
It’s time for the tree world to retire.
Marilyn
Pink
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Winter Trees
How lovely the trees look in
winter
With their leaves all covered with snow
They dance with their empty hands lifted to the sky
When you see them
remember their beauty hidden by the snow
Carol
Donarski
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Lonely
I am a lonely little tree
Just as lonesome as can be
I wish a little bird would come
And make its home in me
Guy
Kropp
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Using the Tree
We plant a house when we
plant a tree
We plant pencils for school when we plant a tree
We plant boats when we plant a tree
We plant a roof when we plant a tree
Jerome
Bushy
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The Cypress Tree
The cypress is tall and
slender
With all its beauty to render
With its long leafy branches
That grow on Arkansas ranches
With all its branches that
people adore
They want the cypress to encore
The cypress lives in swampy
water
With nobody around to a bother
David
Brunelle
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Trees
The hardwood trees lose
their leaves in the
all
While the softwoods never lose their leaves at all
The leaves in autumn turn yellow and red
While the bears make their warm winter bed
Jean
Weiland
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The
Maple Tree
I think that the maple tree
Is the prettiest of them all,
She seems to say “Hello”
In such a gentle way
She always seems to decorate
Your yard so fair
And never a summer is she without
Robins in her hair
Patricia
Sorlie
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The Pine
Spring, summer, winter and
fall
And the emerald pine stands very tall
She looks very pretty in the summer days
As with the wind she
sings and plays
Then comes
winter cold and drear
Only her needles do we see near
Standing in the cold north winds
The little tree shakes her limbs
But the cut-leaf birch hanging low
Is lightly covered with the snow
Marilyn
Ann Malone
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Trees
Trees, trees,
that’s all I see are trees
To the right and to
the left
Trees,
trees that’s all I see are trees
Big ones, small ones
Trees, trees they’re all so pretty
Because God made all of them
Robert
Wydra
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The Autumn Season
I like the trees in autumn
And their yellow flaky leaves
That seem to come from heaven
Sent by Adam and Eve
I like to make beds
In the soft flaky leaves
That come from the tree
High in the air
The leaves that were on the
tree
So beautiful and green
Are now---
So strange and bare
Dennis Chappuis
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Trees
Trees are beautiful poems to
me
They dance, they sing for all to see
The cut leaf birch with the
dainty design
The hairy elm, the noble pine
The hickory tree with long
slender leaves,
The evergreen trees that dance in the breeze
In the autumn the trees
dressed so bright
In winter the trees are frozen all night
Trees are so cold
they’re even in tears
But still they’re happy serving God years and years
Mary
Jo Malone
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Trees
One day we walked
And we talked
We talked about a tree
A tree is lovely as you see
A tree that looks all day
And is glad for time to play
He is restful in a way
I think he is glad at the end of the day
His leafy arms will hold a
nest
For little birds, this place is best.
Joseph
Keller
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A Tree’s Ball
“It’s
fall, it’s
fall!” and we’re going to the ball,”
Said the trees as they dressed so bright on that
beautiful and silvery night.
“I like your dress
all red and
yellow”
Said Mrs. Elm as she strutted by
“Why thank-you much and all that such.”
On that beautiful and silvery night
When all of a sudden all
awed and ohed
As in the gateway did stand
Mrs. Cottonwood with a cane in her hand.
Her green velvet leaves began to rustle
And then her voice began to hustle
On that beautiful and silvery night.
“It’s
fall! It’s fall! And
they’re home from the ball
Now, they all go to rest
On that beautiful and silvery night
Connie
Jean Norman
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The Gay Tree
As I was walking along one
day
I saw a tree so very gay
It winked at me so graceful
like
When I was only flying a kite
I was laughing, laughing and
laughing some
more
All I did was dash for the kite
When I saw what had happened I laughed myself sick
For the tree caught my kite
and I had broken
its stick
David
Laurent
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The
Robin and The Tree
As I was walking along
One
clear, chilly day;
I heard a
little robin
And he seemed
to say;
“Look!
Look! Here she comes,
Across the hill and
dale,
Here she comes,
Here she
comes,
She’s coming
without fail.”
Then I
heard a soft low voice
And I
turned to see
To whom that lovely voice
belonged
But I
only saw a tree.
The voice
continued---
It sounded like
a wail;
“Yes,
she’s
coming”said the
voice
“She’s
coming without fail.”
And do you
know who
They were
talking about?
Well, if you
don’t
You’d
better look out
They’re talking about
Spring,
She is coming at last
You know what! I
don’t think
That she’s
coming very fast.
Judith Halverson |
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55
year
Class Reunion 2015
