Sunday, August 27, 2017

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Post 1589. Sunday August 27

Sunday Photo Fiction




You are like a friend to me, my oldest friend. We have spent so much time together. I can talk to you; share my thoughts, reveal my secrets. I know you'll keep them to yourself! As a kid, I climbed you. I fell once and broke my arm, remember? My first love and I carved our initials in your bark. Look, they are still there.

In spring you shelter me from the rain, your pale green leaves bobbing up and down.

In summer, you shade me from the sun. We picnic here, don't we? Just you, me and a cup of tea.

In autumn, you’ll roll out a golden carpet and in winter you’ll stand naked and proud you old show off!

When spring comes round again you’ll be reborn. Unlike me.

You were there for those before me; you’ll be there for those that follow. But today it’s you and me. My friend. My oldest friend.


*Note to myself: I really should remember to take my used cups and saucers home rather than always leaving them there!


Word count 176




For Sunday Photo Fiction where the picture prompt is by Dawn Miller.




16 comments:

  1. A beautiful ode to a tree. Simple friendships are the best ones.

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  2. What a beautiful sentiment.

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  3. Keith, I never realized you were so sentimental. Nicely done!

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  4. People need to have more friends like you have. We had a huge mango tree in our front yard and played around it.

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    1. Children prboably still do and I'm pretty sure it still remembers you Kalpana.

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  5. Trees are precious friends, steady and constant.

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  6. Trees make the best friends. I have an Ent that stands outside guard my morning room window. His name is Major Mapleon. :D

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  7. That's a great story Keith. I really like it. Made me smile

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  8. Beautiful. While so many of my neighbors are pulling them down, it's nice to read of one that is still appreciated.

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