My God My Tree

Augustus

He smelled God in a torn leaf and ate Him--the wild sweet cherries, spitting out the pits, aiming for the bucket below. Branches kissed his feet and he wrapped his arms around God and hugged Him, one with Him, safe, high above climbing over nests to his lookout in the tree top. He could see the roof of the house. Behind was the garage, hen house and chicken yard. Along side the house was a ditch where he had played with his only toy, a dump truck missing one wheel. His eyes raised to the window to his room and his lids squeezed a tear. He bent and pressed himself into a small space. That is when God the Tree spoke to him , "You are safe little boy, you are one with me."

 

Augustus / Houston, TX / June 2017

  • Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 13th, 2017 11:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: For this little piece I used only words that an 8 or 9 year old child would use.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 35
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  • swingline

    Life without trees would be like living on Mars .

    • Augustus

      Thanks. Why do scientist want to go there? No trees no sanity.

      • swingline

        To see what was once there .

      • orchidee

        A fine write A. I know I use 'spiritual' or sometimes 'religious' words in my poems. Sometimes it's more difficult to write simply! lol.

        • Augustus

          Thanks, I kept thing more like an adult and had to check myself

        • P.H.Rose

          Oh my word Augustus
          Love this.....
          Just sits right inside me...

          • Augustus

            Sounds like it touched something. Thanks

          • Louis Gibbs

            Beautiful poem, Augustus, and it brought back childhood memories. I climbed to the very top of every tree in our neighborhood, just as a challenge to myself, and once there I cherished the peace it brought me.

            • Augustus

              I felt the same way. I spent hours climbing trees. Never fell. Part monkey?

            • Heather T

              Unless you become like a little child...I still smell God in torn leaves. Enjoyed this view.

              • Augustus

                Especially the Wild cherry. If I ever want a pick me up I do exactly that. Thanks

              • Goldfinch60

                Very good write, trees are so special - as is all nature.

                • Augustus

                  I can't get over how magnificent they are. Thanks.



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