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The Tomboy Tree [from #7 - for Martie]
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The Tomboy Tree [from #7 - for Martie] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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The Tomboy Tree It was a great tree, that pepper tree… well, not really a pepper tree, but it had these terrific little hard black berries that hung from its branches… sure looked like black peppercorns. And it had the best branches, excellent for climbing and getting up high, hiding, safe and secure behind the drooping limbs higher up, with long tendrils of green leaves tickling my ears. I could be up in the tree before Mom could see me behind the trunk calling me to come to lunch, or perhaps dinner, and I would pretend I could not hear her even tho I knew I was courting disciplined trouble as she had this not so great paddle and was never hesitant to use it. but to leave the tree? No, tomboy me, I needed to climb and climb to reach the stars and the sunshine in night or day to get away from the changes of womanhood encroaching to remain a tomboy just one more moment longer. 8 May, 2000 ©KRJ |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Ah, excellence in words... Karilea, This is splendid... Regards, Sudhir |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea--I am there with you, girlfriend..er I mean tom boy friend...twas there myself in the plum tree right next door. Loved this look into your girlhood time. |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Womanhood fits nicely on you now Sun. Liked the nostalgia of this, I had a tree in my backyard I always climbed. I'm flashing back now... |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Probably the thing I miss most about being a kid is climbing trees. This really took me back...thanks! Loved it so much. |
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Jellybean King Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 153Jelly, Bean |
I love that title...this is so fresh and alive...written in the voice of a little tomboy...there is mischief and humor through the eyes of a tomboy...I liked the upbeat tempo and the sense of womanhood encroaching upon her young life. Jellybean King |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Mine was an oak... in the transition zone from swamp to pasture. *S* This is great, Sunshine... love the poem and the memories! *S* |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
From a tree house one can be: Knight, guardian of a King. A Swiss Family Robinson person, (remember them?) John Glenn, looking down on earth. Or, like me, just a short kid who found a way to be tall! lol Thanks. I loved it. "The poet is the priest of the invisible." |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ 'Tom' me too !  Mine was (and still is) the Camphor tree - Been known to scale an Oak or two and shinny all the way to the top - LOL ! Climbed a 40 ft. Australian Pine once - and had to be rescued by my brother to get down. Oh, my gosh ... what a memory stir ! I'll have to write him and see if he remembers it as well as I do. AND ... one never gets too 'grownified' to climb ! Thanks, gal ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Funny how words make us remember and sometimes they are not pleasant either...mine was an oak tree, and I hid there, as it was my refuge. To this day, I love oak trees. Great poem. |
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