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Tree Bark

When we were young,
my friend and I,
we climbed our favorite tree,
as the time passed by,
We stripped the tree,
of some bark.
Oh, boy,
Did we leave a mark.
A few weeks later,
she came to my house.
We asked my mother if we did wrong,
she became as quiet as a mouse.
"What did you do?"
she asked, in an 'I'll try not to be rash'
sort of way.
I fiddled with my church dress sash.
I explained again,
her face turned into a frown,
she said "There's nothing to be done."
and left me with my face to the ground.
So my friend and I made a concoction,
of dirt and water,
of bark and berries of the evergreen,
and that mixture, we sure did splatter.
We, in our church dresses, no less,
splattered that mixture on the exposed wood,
we got it everywhere,
as best we could.
We finished,
a muddy mess,
my mother was quite angry,
as anyone can guess.
The bark never did grow back on the tree,
but I will never forget how much fun we had,
trying to heal a tree,
and how I made my mother so mad.

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  • warrior-eagle
    January 28, 2008
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    LOl
    I liked this!
    I am sorry,
    am tired to comment now.

    ...Simply Me♥


  • HeavensNewestAngel
    October 2, 2007

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    This is a great poem. Please put in your authors comment what member of my family you would like to be. Thank you and good luck in my contest


  • perfectsunset gold member
    September 6, 2007

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    Aww this one is sweet. What nice childhood memories. Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing and best of luck in my contest


  • RisingTideofChrist
    September 4, 2007
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    Option # 16


  • Three Doves
    August 23, 2007

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    thank you for sharing a nice memory and written well. It's still fun playing in the mud. Wishing you well and thank you for entering the contest.


  • A Poet Named Kyoto
    August 4, 2007
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    Haha, what a wonderful memory. Sounds like it was a blast! Very well written poem.

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