Unlikely Friends

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I have a friend-

two or three

by mountainside

and roaring sea,

on wooded trails

where I roam

in neighborhoods

some find their home.

Each one holds a certainty,

for me…

that they remain.

There is a comfort knowing

they can be counted on

firmly planted, as

unchanging as history


when displaced,

my heart mourns the loss,

longs to defy


Cringes, at the thought

of progress which thinks

only of convenience

and cold hard cash.

Beauty lost is to be grieved.

I groan with creation.

Some are twisted, some gnarled,

without guarantee

of ground for tomorrow.

I know one lonely Holly Tree

we meet in the wood

no one else does see

but bright red berries

gifts to me

in season



Unlikely friends, I see in trees…

Each cut, mulched, chopped, sawed

from tree, to wood, to  board

still there is an ancient

hidden wisdom beyond ages

 offered lives

 in many pages

Each one an honoree

a hundred rings

just might bring

wealth –

But where is your legacy,

for you my friend

but a tree?

*This afternoon I walked a path I love to travel with my dog, and I have certain trees I look for, their unique shapes often intrigue me. So when Shanyn told me there was a tree prompt tonight at dVerse, I just had to carve out a few words. Plus I miss my friends there! This tree grabbed my attention today. I rather admire its outstretched branches!


Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

22 thoughts on “Unlikely Friends

  1. what legacy is there but a tree?
    they earned all hundred of those rings you know
    it does ping my heart when one falls
    they make for wonderful friends…


  2. Very lovely poem, Dawn. You’re so creative. I’ve always said that trees are your friends! Honestly, when we lost our umbrageous oak, it felt as if we’d lost a friend, and our front lawn has never looked the same. I miss the comforting shade.

    And everyone knows Joyce Kilmer’s favorite tree poem! 🙂

    I think that friendship is certainly a sheltering tree, and am grateful for friends like you to whom the Lord has introduced me online!

    Keep writing!


  3. What a cool website, Dawn. I wasn’ tfamiliar w/ it. And I see they know the Kilmer poem! =] I’ll have to subscribe. Thanks so much! Can’t believe yours was simply spontaneous. Wonderful!


  4. An old apple tree was a friend of mine as a child…now i like to stand under a favorite red oak or touch the bark of our silver birch. Enjoyed your lovely poem, Dawn.


  5. Each one holds a certainty… i would totally agree with that… there’s something comforting and friendly about trees… love that pic as well.. he looks like he would be ready to embrace someone


  6. Lynn Diane, whenever I come across your name here and there, I think it is I posting! =]
    from one Lynn Diane to another!


  7. I like thinking about trees as our friends & about appreciating the individuality of trees. I especially enjoyed the description of your holly tree. It sounds like you and this tree have a special friendship indeed.


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