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Tree Strips
by Maureen GlaudeOn long hot summer days of my girlhood, in the small forest across from our house I'd stroll searching for the perfectly textured and shaped branch to be worked under my fingernails. I'd start at the tip and peel way down through the grey-brown layer strip by strip, reach that green underskins aromatic sliminess and persist until I left one smooth blonde bone, like a whip.
01/19/2005 Author's Note: continuing toward a haibun project on the tree theme
Posted on 01/19/2005
Copyright © 2025 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 01/19/05 at 06:21 PM great piece here Maureen...my thing is rocks..I could walk for hours in a dry stream bed.:) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/20/05 at 05:11 AM Boy, or I guess better, girl, does this bring back childhood memories. We used to make bows for arrows from slim tree branches this way, but used jack knives instead of our fingers, though I can definitely relate to the tactile pleasure yuo talk about. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 01/21/05 at 01:33 AM I'd forgotten all about doing that as a kid. What a great memory! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/28/05 at 01:51 AM Definitely nostalgic. I recall doing some of this usually to make a bow or a weapon from a branch. |
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