Avoiding Tree Sentinels | #OctPoWriMo Day 12

Avoiding Tree Sentinals

Summertime’s green felt familiar
like paint chips leaving blank puzzle spots on
Mom’s porch.
Or the grassy strands I’d watch sway with the
wind during my summertime blues.
Air carried whispers of honeysuckle and pears. That
simpering temptress, the pear tree
bearing her succulent fruit. Arms spread wide
with her green leaves shaking.
We weren’t allowed to climb her limbs,
to conquer the wild.
We could bruise the fruit.
Or fall.

She had the perfect footholds.
The strongest limbs.
Around her feet were her soldiers
guarding her precious wards.
Yellow jackets buzzed around, sometimes
so thick we’d avoid that part of the yard
walking up the yard to the side street above
where the neighbors’ children played
too little to hang with us big kids.

But when the winged sentinels weren’t out
the temptation grew too much
and we’d try to scamper up unseen.
Inevitably, we’d get yelled at,
my father’s voice roaring out from
the depths of the living room.
Then I’d steal a pear from her
chomping into the sweet, fleshy fruit,
sitting on the porch again.

This poem was written for OctPoWriMo. I was thinking about a few of the challenges and decided to write this. I’m going to link this up for Day 12, even though technically, it’s still the 11th here. Time is a strange concept when you’re in the slowest time zone around. I went rogue and didn’t go with the prompt.

31 day

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14 Responses to Avoiding Tree Sentinels | #OctPoWriMo Day 12

  1. Beautifully expressed, great times! Enjoyed reading.
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  2. Oh, Tamara, this is beautiful. I can see the images swimming through my mind, and it reminds me of my childhood, my uncle orchard (trees weren’t big enough to climb, but they bared fruit), climbing tree in the forest of my youth and playing in the creek behind my childhood home. Excellent work. Well penned!!! Huzzah!!

    • Tamara Woods

      Thanks Cindy! I love that so many people had childhoods filled with trees. I’m positive that playing outside made my life that much more interesting when I was a kid.

  3. This is an excellent poem; I thoroughly enjoyed it.

  4. I loved this, Tamara. I used to climb the pine trees at my grandmother’s house all the way to the top where the wind would sway and I could see so far away. This reminded me of the one time we went to pick cherries and I was allowed to climb and pick and eat as many as I could. I can almost taste that pear you picked. Great job, rogue.
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    • Tamara Woods

      Awww…that memory sounds lovely Jesi! We had a cherry tree in the backyard, but those cherries were always sour. I’m glad this piece helped to bring that back.

  5. Very beautiful!
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