LOSS of SMITHY'S SHADE(edit)

Cool! I like how it really flows naturally, the end concludes perfectly. The title I'm not sure about. It sure doesn't give away what the poem is about. It's up to you wether you want it that way or not. In the 5th stanza, two occurences of "still", maybe the 2nd one can be replaced with a "yet" or something. Then maybe the "e'en yet" by "however". Tough call, but in this case the repetition does not seem intentional. Overall a great scribble! Strong theme, well delivered. One more thing: I like the visual layout. I don't know if all your poems are like that, I remember "The Scout", which is, in both cases it makes reading you even more enjoyable. Antoine

Our beautiful forests are forever being destroyed. I love your dedication to nature in this write Stan…Faaaabulous. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell

and this is no exception i would like to see the poem called 'the blight' or 'the blight of the chestnut tree' or 'chestnut blight'... or something along those lines (you could always change it with the words 'smithy's shade' in brackets.... as a subtitle.... just a thought love judy xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

by black,red and white oak tress might eliminate all of the "ands" I have to agree with Lonnie when he calls you the Norman Rockwell of poetry you write of the simple things in life which is wonderful Chrys

wonderful poem, Dear Stan one that i think almost all will agree with and very beautifully written. your poem is of The simple things in life that we have to cherished! Great Stan, with much love shirley harrison

Ann of Norway A charming poem Scribbler. A man after my own heart, one who loves trees, and The Chestnut Tree, the Sweet Chestnut tree is one of the most wonderful isn't it? Its serrated leaves so decorative and its spreading great branches sometimes dipping down to pick us up from the ground; many's the time we threw twigs at the chestnuts to make them fall in the soft leaf carpeted woods of England, and ate their new white flesh still moist and crunchy. How horrid to hear of the blight that hit you, I cross my finger s that it won't reach Norway.like the beetles eating the firs in Norway, their gaunt trunks the food totem pole of the woodpeckers, they slowly and reluctantly undress themselves, shedding their barks, and leave the most fantastic designs of channels on their inner smooth bark. Then those Elms the one's Constable painted with such pride of place in his paintings, a grand majestic sight, beside the rivers and meadows shining through the vegetation. They too were smitten with a disease starting on the continent of Europe and spreading to Britain too, such a change the whole of the old classical landscape became different forever. " we’d roast and eat its nut"......surely you'd eat its NUTS? " tree’s doom was in plain sight"..could it be their doom? " deaths of forests ordained when"..I find this slightly clumsy-The forest's death ordained, when? "where sprouts yet attempt to grow" .I might say.....shoots still attempt to grow! Yours Ann of N.

I really liked this but agree with the above it needs a couple of tweaks .. nice work hun ... love and hugs JayCee (“In time we hate that which we often fear.” William Shakespeare quote)

Sorry to hear about the chestnut trees, people don't always think of the consequences of their actions till it's to late. I enjoyed reading your poem though! Thanks for sharing Love Mand xxxxx

This is a sad ending to a great tree. it seems this could probably fit a lot of things anymore. nice smooth flow to it. very easy read my friend You can never pick anyone up if you are busy putting them down