My Paper Bag Tree
We played in our writing group the other day. We decorated paper bags and filled them with candy. It put me in a silly mood. Here's what I wrote.
My paper bag has a tree
With a blue and green trunk
And a blue bird sitting prettily
Avoiding a cat.
My paper bag tree has pink fruit
I thought they were apples
And placed a basket near the trunk.
But they really are letters
Waiting to be plucked to form words
And then phrases, sentences, ideas
Stories, poems, novels, tomes.
My paper bag tree has a heart at the base of its trunk
Because that’s the way I sign things, with a heart.
There’s a watering can near my tree
So it can be nurtured
So more words can be grown
So more thoughts can be known
So a Halloween author can write of a bone
So the letters can be harvested
If they fall to the ground like over-ripe apples
They aren’t done
They still can have fun
Being baked into words
And lined up in a row
There are stories to tell.
11/10/2018 11:06:33 am
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