Up a Tree
My childhood was up a tree,
on a limb, a branch, twigs
too far. It grew, I grew
legs long and arms to reach
up through colours –
spring, summer, fall’s
scent on bark, sticky, pitchy,
sweeping ’round my head.
Those leaves falling.
Falling.
written for dVerse’s Quadrille Monday (44 words)
Wonderful life until it leaves… from spring to fall.
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That was spectacular like a child’s voice as well almost , and the physical exertion coming through…reaching reaching. Beautiful, colourful and a great childhood memory.
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Most welcome.
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I love the way this falls, Misky, like those leaves…like the years. Just wonderful.
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smiling I am….remember climing Mrs. Jester’s apple trees in spring and smellig the gorgeous blooms and, at the same time, scraping my knees. Wonderful poem that evokes those childhood days! 🙂
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FaLL of Youth Leaves..
A Tree so high with
Winds Breeze hiGher..
and hiGher
as liFe
SpRinGs
oN.. HeArt
SpRinGs hiGheR..
reaSons kill heArt…
Magic oF yOuth Leaves
HeArt bRinGS back SpiRiT
oF MiNd and BoDy SoUL
BaLanCinG rEborn..
A child oF
Youth’s
liGht
returns
wITh heARt…
ReAsons die..:)
Love it! It dances. 🙂
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Thanks, Rosemary!
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Brings good memories of climbing apple tree of my childhood…hope YOU didn’t fall!
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on bark, sticky, pitchy,
sweeping ’round my head…love this. Love the thought of the child in the trees. I love to climb trees still!
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You had me with the first line …bringing images of my childhood. I think we can always climb trees in our mind, using those wonderful memories.
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Every sense stimulated. Great poem.
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Thank you!
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It's Still Life 
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