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Every summer in our
Back-yard oasis
In good ol'
New Mexico,
Our two-story-tall
Cottonwood tree
Would let down
Piles of snow.
The green capsules
Peeled back
In quarters
As the silky cotton
Inside grew,
And the wind would weave
Through the leaves
Coating the oasis
Like dew.
(Although in the later years
It was more like a blizzard!)
Without the cotton
The case would dry
And the wind then blew it down, too
And mybrotherandI
Would run outside
And
Crunch, Crunch
As we went down the
Little path, under the
Not-so-little tree.
Crunch, crunch
As we stomped around,
It under our shoed feet.
You see,
mybrotherpreferredsandals
And I preferred none
As I thought it
A crime to cover my
dirtybarecallused feet,
Except maybe in flip-flops
When we went out-of-home,
But only if my nails were
polished pink!
Oh, they were glorious days!
Back-yard oasis
In good ol'
New Mexico,
Our two-story-tall
Cottonwood tree
Would let down
Piles of snow.
The green capsules
Peeled back
In quarters
As the silky cotton
Inside grew,
And the wind would weave
Through the leaves
Coating the oasis
Like dew.
(Although in the later years
It was more like a blizzard!)
Without the cotton
The case would dry
And the wind then blew it down, too
And mybrotherandI
Would run outside
And
Crunch, Crunch
As we went down the
Little path, under the
Not-so-little tree.
Crunch, crunch
As we stomped around,
It under our shoed feet.
You see,
mybrotherpreferredsandals
And I preferred none
As I thought it
A crime to cover my
dirtybarecallused feet,
Except maybe in flip-flops
When we went out-of-home,
But only if my nails were
polished pink!
Oh, they were glorious days!
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The Cottonwood is no longer there, because our neighbors had a pool, and my father feared they did not appreciate our snowy summers!
Now in it's place is a
sickly
little
runt-of-a-
tree.
The Cottonwood lives on, though, as every once-in-awhile a small little bush-looking thing will pop up in our yard, or our neighbors, or even at the park across the street, (Memorial Day 2010- there was least three growing at the park as of yesterday) despite my father's best attempts to kill the roots of the tree.
And, last year, a little, tiny, branch
Popped out of the stump, and produced a
single
green
leaf.
Did you know that where I live it is illegal to plant a female cottonwood tree, because some people have allergies to it? So, it is now a crime to have a big, beautiful, female cottonwood tree. Such a shame. (But then again, I am not one of them who is allergic to them!)
We kept the stump to make into a bird bath, because we love the tree so much.
Unfortunately, it may not feel the same, as every tree my father has planted since we killed (or tried to kill) The Cottonwood has been sickly and slow-growing.
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This whole poem could use some work, so if you have any corrections or suggestions, please let me know!
_______________
EDIT-
I pretty much re-wrote the entire second verse, and changed quite a few other things as well. Thanks *Mahi-Fish once again for the fantastic suggestions! Honestly, I cannot get over how great this guy is!
_______________
EDIT-
I changed the second line of the second verse and the third line of the third verse so that I didn't have seven "would"s in the poem.
Cottonwood Summers has been selected as a Daily Literature Deviation by the great group =DailyLitDeviations! I am euphoric!
May 5, 2010-
=KneelingGlory has featured me in her journal with some amazing pieces of literature. Be sure to check them out!
_______________
The Cottonwood is no longer there, because our neighbors had a pool, and my father feared they did not appreciate our snowy summers!
Now in it's place is a
sickly
little
runt-of-a-
tree.
The Cottonwood lives on, though, as every once-in-awhile a small little bush-looking thing will pop up in our yard, or our neighbors, or even at the park across the street, (Memorial Day 2010- there was least three growing at the park as of yesterday) despite my father's best attempts to kill the roots of the tree.
And, last year, a little, tiny, branch
Popped out of the stump, and produced a
single
green
leaf.
Did you know that where I live it is illegal to plant a female cottonwood tree, because some people have allergies to it? So, it is now a crime to have a big, beautiful, female cottonwood tree. Such a shame. (But then again, I am not one of them who is allergic to them!)
We kept the stump to make into a bird bath, because we love the tree so much.
Unfortunately, it may not feel the same, as every tree my father has planted since we killed (or tried to kill) The Cottonwood has been sickly and slow-growing.
_______________
This whole poem could use some work, so if you have any corrections or suggestions, please let me know!
_______________
EDIT-
I pretty much re-wrote the entire second verse, and changed quite a few other things as well. Thanks *Mahi-Fish once again for the fantastic suggestions! Honestly, I cannot get over how great this guy is!
_______________
EDIT-
I changed the second line of the second verse and the third line of the third verse so that I didn't have seven "would"s in the poem.
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awesome! cottonwoods are amazing! In my town, the fluff coated the sidewalk last year. i'd never seen it before-It was great. Very picturesque poem. Congrats on the selection, too!