My Memories Stumped

A freshly baked loaf lays discreetly nearby
My hat and my coat are resting way up high
My shoes have slipped offf with a heartfelt cu-clunk
I rock back and forth and stare at the tree trunk

There's a trunk way out back, in the yard, by the fence
Where did that come from, that doesn't make sense
I'm sure there was no tee trunk here in the fall
Its presence is subtle with no good recall

It's wide and it's proud, but it's cut and it's there
The stump had once been a great tree part, but where?
The oak, the willow, the fir and the pine
Accounting for all except for the... mine!

The tree that grew peaches on spring time noon glow!
They beauitul nature now stood an echo
Stood? No it didn't. More cut and disformed
A more right observation, without water or warmed

Now the kind, old, fruit peach tree, which I've known a-long
As children, my friends and I climbed it, how wrong
In manhood, my mother had passed 'neath that saint
I 'member the day that I saw the girl faint

And now it is gone, the mere shard of a glass
To which all may hardly stand proud from the grass
But a thought then occured, such a wonderous deed
I'd go out to the store, and I'd buy me some seed...



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 11:04

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Rob Graber
Nice nostalgia; I find stanza 2 an especially good read.
2007-01-07


kath
lovely and stemaing of love for the time we keep in our heart ... inevitably changing yet remaining forever the same in the memories we keep close to our hearts ..

I will bookmark this one ...thank you
2007-01-07