Across a field from the dorms, a hike,
up a hill, and lost, or nearly,
we trudged until we found again
the Picnic Tree.
Vast, enormous, with perches
and arms outstretched to hold us,
tuck us in, and secure us
as we lounged, draped all around
and up and down that tree.
Five girls at a time, or more, each
with a snack, and a daydream,
a crush to speak of in code.
There was never a wind, a hush
surrounded us. The forest listened
and held our secrets dear;
looked into our hearts, our longings,
whispered promises over us
of someday, our own.
3 Comments
nice….i love places like that…we pretty much lived in trees as kids…and created a lot of memories there as well…i need to pack a picnic and head to the trees (when the snow is gone, ha.)
this is so charming… and i wonder about the many many secrets that the trees on this globe carry… thanks for the smile.. we used to climb cherry trees when i was a kid…and at least in spring, they were picnic trees as well…smiles
What a sweet memories… trees can really be a source of adventure and bliss.. and what better way than a picnic tree..