Fledglings dropping into flight
Abandoned nests on the ground
Gooey green walnuts that ooze sticky hands
Spiky sweet gum balls that pierce bare feet
Pecans scooped for cracking
destined for syrupy pie
Mulberries plucked
from high branches
by eager children
spoiling dinner
fingers stained
purple swinging
long low limbs
down to Earth
One could do worse
(Today’s poem is a collaboration with my pals at Charles House. I celebrated my sixth anniversary working with them by sharing a forest of tree inspired poetry and then we wrote our own except for the last line which we stole from Robert Frost’s Birches.)
what a delicious and delightful write!
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Thanks! It was a lot of fun once we stumbled upon the title to think of what all we could have fall from trees.
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Most welcome! looking forward to more fun topics from you! 🥳
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i like it
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Thanks and thanks for introducing to Charles House all those years ago.
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Such a nostalgic and vivid portrayal of childhood memories, reminding us of the simple joys of life that we often overlook as adults. 👍👏👌😊
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Indeed. Since the gang at Charles House are all having memory problems, we’ve found the childhood ones are the most readily accessed.
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So true. I never thought of the many things which fall from trees! Well portrayed!
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Thank you, HM! We debated having the children fall from the tree too but thought that was too dark.
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