If I Were a Little Girl

If I were a little girl

I’d make this my secret hideaway

Under the canopy of the ancient maple tree

with its arms lovingly wrapped around me.

We’d have an exclusive club and

we’d only let in the deer and the owl.

My neighbor, the mulberry tree, would

let me feast on her sweet fruit,

staining my fingers dark purple.

If I were a little girl,

I’d stay back in this wild wood

supported by the sturdy trunk of the

giant maple tree.

We’d have a secret word to enter our world

and only tell the fox and the woodpeckers.

I’d reach past the thorns of the raspberry

bush and steal his ripe fruit for a treat.

If I were a little girl

I’d stay in the cooling shade of

the beautiful maple tree

and cry my little girl tears over the

pains of the world, letting the creek

carry away my fears.

The squirrel and frog would keep

my secrets and chatter and sing

a song to cheer me up.

Since I am not a little girl,

I’ll pause beneath the majestic

maple tree and hide away for

only a short time, wishing I

could stay in my secret hideaway,

safe from the worries of the world.

***

I had planned on a picture of me beneath the giant maple tree I discovered when I was picking wild raspberries.  You were finally going to get to see me without my goat’s beard and horns!  Unfortunately, storms came and I haven’t been able to get back there, so here’s my tribute to a giant cottonwood tree that went down in the storm.  Just pretend it’s a maple tree for the poem’s sake.

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Childhood Snapshots

Child dreams vandalized forever

played like piecemeal history nightly.

Valuable time is moments taken;

Rats provide inspired advice.

Stories are assembled recollections.

Colorful complex family characters

as bare bones enhance serendipity.

Important eyes find your final end,

knowledge may find your childhood tapestry.

This is the cut-out poem I made while my English class was working on theirs.  I’m linking it to One Shot Wednesday.

Depression

Depression comes

quietly sneaking into my being

-no tragedy

-no significant event

Just a growing melancholy

that’s hard to shake.

The barrage of bad news and bad weather

A hard day at work

Things go wrong at home

Lots of little things that

cling to my heart and

squeeze the joy out.

I feel my thoughts returning

to old habits of thinking sad.

Doomsday predictions and

melancholy thoughts.

I forget to notice the daily good;

the daily beautiful.

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