The First Fruits
A long ride of togetherness,
made us tired and feeling trapped
in the confines of our transport.
Country roads, mile after mile,
provided no resting places.
We found simple shade.
It had been long standing beside the road,
advanced in years. We recognized,
the pecan tree, although barren of it's fruits.
We found them scattered
beneath the tall grasses.
I placed the dried fruit in the folds
of my sweater, and
he boasted his hands could hold many.
Safely kept in my memory of that day, is his
breaking the shell, as he prepared
the first fruits for me.
A JOY FOREVER
A memory without blot
or contamination must be an
exquisite treasure, an
source of pure
Have a blessed day....Dee Dee