fruitful living

an apple tree
offered branch for me
a horse, a hide-out,
a place to spy
what neighbors
were doing in
yards nearby

an apple tree
held sweet memory
a visit by grandma
and grandpa to us;
we peeled and we
canned with more
smiles than fuss

an apple tree
is a treasury
even the apples
that fall, my grands
pick up to throw
to the cows, more
than enough for all

an apple tree
grows with family
to plant and prune,
climb and nurture;
to make plans for
sauce and pie
in the future

 

 

 


Thanks to Mish for serving up a “fruity” prompt at dVerse Poets pub this week…

memory bank

something to make you laugh

something to make you cry

something warm as blanket

something cool as icicles

something that shimmers silver

something that splashes blue

something soft as cotton

something sharp as needles

some things which are worth saving

some things which are best forgotten

 


Link to Tweetspeak Poetry where Callie Feyen asks: what is a memory?  I answered by expanding on this list poem.