(1) write a reminiscence poem, and
(2) write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan.
Child with Cherry
Tree
The cherry's early
this year. Global warming?
Who knows? Some subtle warning
in premature bloom?
I don't use it as a gauge
of climate change, or
warmer winters.
Instead, I use it as
a measure of your age.
I have an older photo -
eight years ago you toddled
to its shade, its limbs heavy
white with snowy flowers,
and you looked up, ready
to find the power
to reach its heady heights.
You've grown with it
and own the branches now.
You climb them fast
in record time
and chase the squirrels.
No room for girls up here,
you say. Oh, but I think
they'll find a way.
2 comments:
Lovely sounds -- fine work!
Great start, Bruce! Congrats.
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