Fortunate to have grown up in a province that is blessed with numerous trees and forests, I find it hard to imagine living without an evergreen or maple or apple tree nearby.


I am delighted to see that trees are the focus of The Poetry Park prompt* this week. After thinking back on some of my writing and photos, I realize that trees have figured prominently in these efforts.

Also, in my favourite titles by favourite poets and authors, the subject of trees has drawn me to many of their works.

That led me to focus on one of my favourite trees for responding to this prompt. Here is the poem I wrote.

Limerick on Birch Tree

There once was a birch tree so tall.

The leaves from its branches would fall

yellow bits on green lawn

backyard covered by dawn

White birch is the best tree of all.

@ 2015 Patricia A. McGoldrick

*Written in response to The Poetry Park prompt at

Road sign?

There has been a lot of talk about green the past few days. March 17 will bring out the green in many, regardless of heritage or citizenship. Best to all who are celebrating.

With St. Patrick’s Day in mind, perhaps, responding to a poetry prompt at The Poetry Park site, led me in a colourful direction. This prompt invited responders to use a half-dozen words in a poem format of choice, so here is what I wrote.


a traveler trampled the undergrowth

all bent over beneath his shoes


wet with morning dew

he searched through the green shamrocks

‘til he found one with leaves of four


gently he snapped the stem

then pocketed this symbol of hope for the ages

as he set out on the road

in a new direction

once again


© 2015 Patricia A. McGoldrick

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