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Embrace the enchanting world of Virginia Creeper with our collection of poems celebrating nature’s climbing beauty. From the delicate tendrils reaching for the sky to the vibrant hues of autumn leaves, these poems capture the essence of this captivating plant. Explore the intertwining verses and let the imagery transport you to a lush forest where Virginia Creeper thrives.
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Climbing Grace:
Virginia creeper on the wall,
Climbing high, never fall.
Leaves of green in summer’s light,
Virginia creeper, pure delight.
In your climb, the world’s at peace,
Virginia creeper, worries cease.
Climbing grace in morning’s hue,
Virginia creeper, always true.
Autumn’s Red:
Virginia creeper in the fall,
Leaves of red, standing tall.
In your colors, beauty’s found,
Virginia creeper, all around.
In your climb, the world’s at rest,
Virginia creeper, nature’s best.
Autumn’s red in morning’s light,
Virginia creeper, pure delight.
Garden’s Climb:
Virginia creeper in the shade,
In your leaves, the world’s displayed.
Climbing high, so wild and free,
Virginia creeper, nature’s spree.
In your growth, the world’s at peace,
Virginia creeper, worries cease.
Garden’s climb in morning’s hue,
Virginia creeper, always new.
Creeper Capers
Virginia creeper on the wall,
It climbs so high, it doesn’t fall.
I tried to trim it, keep it neat,
But creeper had me beat.
It tangled round my rake and broom,
I tripped and fell, in leafy gloom.
The creeper laughed, it spread some more,
My trimming dreams, out the door.
Now I just let it grow so free,
That Virginia creeper, wild and glee.
Viney Victory
Virginia creeper, climbing high,
It reaches for the endless sky.
I tried to prune it, keep it low,
But creeper had a mind to grow.
It wrapped around my garden shears,
And grew some more, despite my fears.
I laughed and sighed, let it be,
That Virginia creeper, wild and free.
A garden full of leafy cheer,
With creeper vines, always near.
Creeper’s Climb
In forests deep where shadows weave,
The Virginia creeper begins to cleave.
With tendrils strong and leaves so green,
It graces the trees, nature’s scene.
The creeper, a symbol of the climb,
Rises high through summer’s prime.
In every vine, a story’s spun,
Of life’s own reach, of day’s begun.
Through autumn’s glow and winter’s rest,
The creeper’s journey is the best.
A climber in the woodland’s heart,
The Virginia creeper plays its part.
