Tree MemoriesA Story by Patrick JLEat, drink, seed and remember.Near Pasco, Washington there was a tree. It was the only tree in the area not part of the tree genocide that the early pioneers called “Clearing of the land.” The tree didn’t know what kind it was. Season after season it stood in its place and did tree things. Many miles to the West there were great forests. Thee tree know didn’t what kind they were either, but did remember once being part of a forest. It was a pleasant tree thought. When the sun was just right and falling behind the forests people would come to sit by the tree. They would do very good tree impressions by being silent. They would sit with the tree and watch as another day escaped into twilight and then night. Occasional whispers would come from them and the winds slight gasps. As darkness fell the humans would sometimes press their lips together and the tree smiled. It remembered tree kisses from long, long ago. As the people grew closer all the world decided it would be still. At last, a hand would reach out and touch the tree. “Good bye and thank you” the touch said. The tree would keep its place waiting for the next sunset and touch. It was what it was meant to do. © 2015 Patrick JLFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on April 25, 2015 Last Updated on April 26, 2015 AuthorPatrick JLPDX, ORAboutI have been tolded I should write. Of course this was by folks, bound by civilization, to baste my ego. They insisted the cyber ether was the place to begin. This seemed as good a place as any to .. more.. |

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