Branching Out

Today over at dVerse, the prompt revolves around trees...this is my contribution to the Arboretum of tree stories over at the pub...



Trees hold magic,

sturdy ancient magic.

At an early age, the oak 

across the street from my home

cast a spell on me.



It was tall as my imagination

and had limbs that reached the cosmos;

I would often climb it, settling on a

solid bough whose bend resembled

a launch seat.



Many an afternoon,

me and this enchanted timber

explored secret universes,

never to be seen again until

dinner time.



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13 comments:

  1. Cool.. I had a black walnut tree that held my fascination like your oak. Exploring secret universes.. I like that as you sit upon your bough.

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  2. "sturdy ancient magic...cast a spell on me...me and this enchanted timber"
    there is magic there indeed, very fine writing

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  3. Delightful! Trees store lots of childhood memories everywhere.

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  4. the old tree and the youth - perfect companions

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  5. nice...across the street from me was the cherry tree...and we used to sit in it and eat and watch everyone come home from our perch...yeah they got some cool magic.....smiles.

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  6. Nice,specially at childhood to have a such a magic friend :)x

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  7. Exploring a secret universe from the seat of a special tree is magic indeed. Thank you.

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  8. smiles...that sounds very familiar...we used to sit (and hide) in the trees from across the house, spinning all kinds of stories until it was time for dinner...

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  9. Bjorn was right when he said that trees and people have a special relationship. I have many childhood memories of trees. Now that I'm a grown up, they still hold enormous meaning. I'm about to plant some more in my garden. For their shelter, shade and beauty.

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  10. We had a chestnut tree where the branches reached all the way to the ground,, we used to hide inside this room of leaves.. and then pick chestnuts that we collected... what nice memories you woke with you poem

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  11. solid bough whose bend resembled
    a launch seat.


    This line seems the quintessential example of a boy's imagination and friendship with a tree. A wonderful tribute to a time and a tree that shaped you.

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  12. What a delightful childhood memories ~ I too remembered getting up the tree & going to secret universes, until dinner time ~

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  13. Trees are magical, glad you had a special one.

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