MONDAY: I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree. WHOOPS! Sorry about that Joyce Kilmer...that one is already taken. I sit here pondering this tree's life span. God made it as you said, but who dropped that seed to propagate His plan? Did good old Johnny specialize in only apples? Did slow-moving Bessy drop her messy? How old are you, Mr. Tree? One would have to chop you in half to see. Well doesn't that just chap your hide! Your demise I could not abide. What stories you could tell if I decided to sit a spell. Ding!
TUESDAY: OH MY SWEET BABY JESUS' DADDY! It is too hot to be sitting under this tree! One oh nine in the shade!! I could be sitting here naked and still be miserable...probably more miserable since the ants are trying to eat me alive. The squirrel is laid out like a flat pancake on the branch above, just staring at the crazy lady sitting next to his tree trying to write. Tree hugging in Texas in July is not for me! I am out of here! Ding!
WEDNESDAY: When we first moved into the house in Texarkana, there were trees everywhere on our almost-acre lot. A little askew of the middle of the back yard, there was a cluster of trees. Our Daddy, with love in his heart and probably mama in his ear, built us a triangle-shaped tree house in this cluster. It had a tall railing to prevent falling, and he painted it brick red. Because we weren't the most coordinated of children, Daddy also made sure the ladder was easy to climb. The way it was built made us think we had a two-story tree house with the floor to the 2nd floor acting as the ceiling to the ground floor. My memories are fuzzy (getting old), but I remember playing with Gayla and James for hours without fuss in that tree house. I also remember a billion splinters! And even though we had long since out-grown playing in it, I remember being sad when a couple of the trees were killed by a lightening storm later on and our little house was taken down. These are the memories I am most frustrated to lose and wish I had to hold on to right now. DING!
Well three tries at this week's prompt. I think I like the last one best. My artwork isn't half bad either! What do you think?