Richard Evans Poet Imagism

Miss Hunter's Tree

branches and leaves catch ultra violet rays
you can almost taste the cool summer shade
little hands and feet are there most of the day
marbles, jacks, and double-Dutch are played
suburbia served from the tray of life
beneath Miss Hunter’s tree

on the highest branch between the leaves
a fortress of twigs house chicks who plead
to their mother for the board they so need
to grow, survive, and one day leave the nest
a budding ethologist adjusts their shutter speed
beneath Miss Hunter’s tree

lovers descend upon this tranquil site
anticipation declares their hearts were right
they begin to coddle through the din of night
carved initials on the trunk reveals their plight
they share a kiss and a bit of moonlight bloom
beneath Miss Hunter’s tree

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Paul Callus January 13, 2018 at 4:06 PM A delightful triple snapshot of Miss Hunter's tree, Richard. Shows that inspiration only requires a little nudge to set the ink flowing! I imagine this is a solitary tree and has no time for idle gossip:) Regards // paul Richard Evans January 14, 2018 at 5:38 PM Paul this tree was simply brimming with activity and I just couldn't help myself. I had to write.

Patricia Cresswell September 18, 2017 at 3:46 PM That sounds like a marvellous tree. It must keep its secrets well. I love the history of life that passes beneath its branches. Richard Evans September 19, 2017 at 5:44 AM Thanks Pat. I was sitting in the living room watching my children playing with neighbors and the next thing I know this poem was born. I love when that happens. Thanks again....................peace!