Monday, January 31, 2011

A Sweet Memory

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.
~Dee Dee
A memory without blot
or contamination must be an
exquisite treasure, an
source of pure
~Charlotte Bronte
Have a blessed day....Dee Dee