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My Favorite Tree
Carol D. Henry
Its branches look like a 60s mop top
Each bunch like a drummer in a band
I can’t wait for the peaches in the summer
When its juices are dripping from my hand.
The blooms look oh so fragrant
The bees are buzzing all around
The leaves dance in the breeze so lovely
The rustle is a very beautiful sound.
Danger has arrived during the night
The temps have fallen way too low
The blooms have seen a great big fright
The flowers have fallen to the mighty foe.
I’ve resigned to the fact that they are gone
No peaches in the summer for me to see
I still have my band playing music
But a peach, maybe one, two or three?
Come summer I search the tree closely
Not a single peach is there to be found
I sniffle a bit in disappointment
My feet kick at the stones on the ground.
My little pup gets on my lap to love me
She licks my face as to say, “I know.”
She’s chewing on something I see
I try to grab it but she won’t let it go.
I finally fish my fingers in her mouth
And I’m astonished at what I do see
It’s a peach pit in my hand I uncover
With a tiny bit of peach on the seed.
I run to my tree and I search it
Not a peach anywhere do I see
My pup got the one and only
From my beautiful and lovely peach tree.