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Thoughts of a Calabash Tree

I was loving the sun, Not consciously doing anything My gourds hanging sweetly, Too big to move much Dancing with internal mirth Because I was being picked today It is always a relief to a calabash When the pickers arrive I heard laughter and stood a bit taller Glad I could see farther than bushes But no one showed, so I knew It was not the pickers. I sat back and enjoyed the love of the sun a little longer, excited the gourds would be going to new homes today, knowing they would love being bird houses and decorations Feeling sad for the ones who would be turned into tobacco pipes They are all my children, I want them all to breathe and enjoy the sun...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 4/6/2019 5:35:00 PM
Beautiful... makes me slightly jealous of calabash trees, though (as simply basking in the sun & fresh air, without a care, sounds lovely)! ;)
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Rhona McFerran
Date: 4/8/2019 6:03:00 PM
"Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, Wherever You Are!" ;D
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/7/2019 12:10:00 AM
I always think of Jimmy Durante, when I hear Calabash. Long story, old old TV stuff.
Date: 4/6/2019 1:46:00 PM
I "fav'd" this, it's fun, it's beautiful, it's nature at its finest!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/7/2019 12:10:00 AM
Awwww Thank you!