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LINDEN TREE FALLING, September Contest


The whole house shook with it
even the eggs on my plate trembled a bit
it was a crash against the house
which woke everyone on the couch.

The deck looked like some photos of a Tsunami
where anything left intact was still just askew
from the force of the water,
even when it was subsiding back to the ocean
was still a monstrous beast, brownish blue in color
with white frothy lips eating whatever got in the way
occasionally you could see a hand above the water, then a foot over there
as the beast ate.

Such damages come from dragons of old, too
as they fly and breathe fire down
on hapless victim’s homes and businesses
in the village, or the castle below
where some despot lived ruling sadly on his subjects
as they complied with all the drudgery-work tasks
needed to keep royal purple cloth
around the sire’s belly, bouncing while coming out of the kitchen
bringing with it the odors of fresh baked cinnamon buns.
Even the blacksmithy’s smoke
always pouring out with the accompanying clangs of beating on iron
was no comparison with the fire and smoke raining down from above.

This window I sit at working on my computer
has usually a great view of a garden
with just a bit of the neighbor’s house.
Now I have a fifty foot tree trunk across the window
holding curious birds looking
first one eye and then turning their plumed head,
for the other eye to see,
not used to the angle of the tree
parallel with the ground.
Never mind the red-tailed squirrel
who’s gone beyond chittering angrily
at the new situation. Safely up the big oak
next to the luckless Linden tree,
he is wishing to find all those nuts he hid
in the nooks and crannies of the crotches
of his tree that I can now walk on, sideways, up the trunk.

Our dragon, this time, was just the wind.
The tsunami, today, didn’t swallow all of us.
We will make an appointment with the tree surgeon
who will cut the anxiety out of our lives.

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your hometown was hit hard by the latest storms? A great piece of work about how they affected you personally. ~ Geez.

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The tree was about 80 years old, about 50 feet tall, and had a trunk that was at least 6 feet in diameter...

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One of my worst fears, a tree falling on my home. We have some magnificent trees here, and of course we don't have tropical storms like in the USA but still we do get the odd hurricane. This is filled with images of caos, I like the end with the tree surgeon after all things could always be worse. Great entry.

Thank you...Teddy

i had been outside tending to a small veggie garden I had by the back deck. i was called to a late breakfast, and had just gone inside to eat. right where I was, the deck was crushed, and so were my tomato and pepper plants...

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you were hungry. LoL.

Come to chat every Thursday - 3:30 to 4:30 pm. EST.
With: c Lynn Brooks and Geezer

I'm with geezer on this one, lucky for you you were in the right place at the right time so to speak, hey they say that life can change ina moment. It's so true. I'm glad you were out of harm's way sir.

Thank you...Teddy

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