Faithful chef NanU is stirring the pot again, and this week's challenge is to choose a picture and see where it takes us.This one takes me back, back to an innocent time before I knew where else I'd go.
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CHERRIES
I remember the longest branch
of the black cherry tree,
how we swung bare feet
to the music in our heads
and shot round stones
as far as we could blow.
I remember dreams we had
of the places we would go
and kisses in the leaves
as warm and sweet as summer,
as full of promise as the juices of the fruit
we plucked from that young tree.
A nice childhood memory to share - thanks!
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Karen you are much better at dreaming than I. For me once I read of the tree all I could dream of was an over stuffed, flaky crust started with flour and lard *mwah* cherry pie, my favorite. Still warm from the oven. So at the least your wonderful imagery took me back to my grandmother's kitchen.
ReplyDeleteI remember spitting those cherry pits .. how much fun we had. I also remember my cousin falling from our grandmother's cherry tree ~ and breaking her wrist!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is one big warm fuzzy memory ~ of all the endless possibilities and everything we dreamed of.
Oh, yum!
ReplyDeleteI have two cherry trees in my postage-stamp back garden, and I'm training them to be bonsai trees. One's a Queen Anne, one's a Van. Every year they are loaded. They're near ripe these days. No one except possibly a praying mantis will ever swing from them. But I will spit a cherry stone over the fence next week in honor of you.
used to have a cherry tree in the neighbors yard and would eat them on summer nights till we got sick, sitting up among the branches...
ReplyDeleteI love this poem - it brings back those long ago summer days when we really thought all our dreams would come true.
ReplyDeleteCarefully chosen words evoke a lovely warm memory
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ReplyDeleteand shot round stones
as far as we could blow.
that pulls me back to it in this poem. Still trying to work out why.
Oh, what a wonderful poem of cherries and young love! A delight to read.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, really takes me back to summers past!
ReplyDeleteThis is my first visit to your site and you have beautiful words here. Your memory is touching and takes one back to a warm Summer day. I, too, am now a grandmother and experiences from life make writing rich.
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