Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

The Golden Tree

They say that a tree is known by its fruit
But there are many trees whose fruits are unknown
Apple bearing pear and pear bearing apple
And a cherry blossom tree cannot bear sunflowers
"Keep out of trouble now" the disabled retired military officer greeted me
"Where do you come from", Rick asked
He was going for a walk  with his wife in Eellanor 's park
Rick sits on his walker because his feet were lamed
and he used the occasion to make me feel ashamed
He talked about his travels and his life in the military
until his wife got impatient  and walked with him to the bend
I did not know why they crossed my path 
but mysterious things transpired in the park
They went one way and I went the other way
I walked slowly down to the amphitheater 
contemplation  the gloominess of the moment
rotten walnuts and leaves sunk in the ground
and the stage hang bear with decaying fruits everywhere
and dried leaves littered the entire surface 
There was no sign of  breeze in the trees  everything was still 
and the sound of chirping birds saturated the background
I swept the stage clean and read a bible verse and held the
book "what happened" up to the universe
Then all of a sudden I noticed that I had spectators
Rick and his wife came around and took up residence in the audience
Something propelled me off the stage and I walked up to them
I asked them if they  had read the book;
 he was furious about the author and  his wife Crista felt the same
Rick brought up some old stories about the author
Which did not concerned me because it was media story
I saw  resentment in his eyes even though he had a happy smile
His wife was furious too about the German Chancellor helping refugees
but she had a longingness in her eyes and she wanted to go back home 
but her American husband had her bound
We talked about Britain but they did not criticized her
They say that she was the only one who could be Prime minister
We spoke for a while and the angry woman began to smile
A power from the book jumped out at them 
and the anger  immediately  turned into a mild  friend
And they  inquired where they could get a copy of the book to buy
There is something about the book what happened
It connects with the universe, It touches  heart and soul
and it  makes the body whole
it turned a frown into a smile it plays tick tack on  the mind
I bid them  goodbye  and  walked along the trail
Wasted park wasted land no business no tourist on the land
Yellow and green trees  standing clean 
Yellow and green trees making way for my dream
The birds locked tightly  in a meeting
 I could  hear them arguing and screaming 
and his  voice echoing from the mountain top
It  traveled through the distance until it made a stop
He made a loud scream  and the sound  slowly fades away
The grey clouds spreads its mystics  over the sky
A baby hanging from her mothers chest 
with a pink sweater over her head crossed in front of me
She stretched out her little hands calling me
Yellow and green  trees blowing in the breeze
Yellow leaves waving to the crowd
But the grandeur of the  golden tree among them stood out 
and the dolesome cloud was forced to bow out.

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