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Monday, November 28, 2016

DMC: "After School" by Buffy Silverman





AFTER SCHOOL

 I perch in the front-yard maple,
back wedged against
solid trunk, legs
dangle.

A curtain of green colors my view.
Sure-footed ants parade
on invisible skyways.
Squirrels bound
from branch
to branch,
leaping from tree’s
skinny fingers,
without fear to hold them back.

I sit in my tree for
minutes or hours
imagining a day of leaping
and landing,
scolding and chattering,
owning the treetop.

 © 2016 Buffy Silverman. All rights reserved.


Ann Rider has challenged us to write poems about places of refuge and solace this month. Click HERE for more details.

You have until this Wednesday, November 30th, to join in! Post your poem on our November 2016 padlet and I will add it to the wrap-up celebration HERE. One lucky participant will win a copy of BEFORE MORNING by Joyce Sidman, illustrated by Beth Krommes, courtesy of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Books for Young Readers.






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13 comments:

  1. Linda MitchellNovember 28, 2016 at 6:15 AM

    A lovely way to begin my week....the thought of being in the leaves. Wonderful. Thank you!

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  2. Liz SteinglassNovember 28, 2016 at 9:02 AM

    Beautiful! Mine was an oak. It's now so tall I can't reach the lowest branches.

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  3. Michelle Heidenrich BarnesNovember 28, 2016 at 9:15 AM

    I never was much of a tree climber. I wonder, is it too late to start? Thanks for expanding my world, Buffy.

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  4. Linda BNovember 28, 2016 at 10:21 AM

    I visited the tree I "owned" last summer when visiting the little town where I grew up. It's way too tall for climbing now, but gave me those hours you've so beautifully described, Buffy. I love your poem!

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  5. JanieNovember 28, 2016 at 11:18 AM

    My favorite pastime in verse! Thanks for sharing Buffy

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  6. UnknownNovember 28, 2016 at 12:28 PM

    Some of my fondest memories are hanging out in trees! (And one memory of falling out and then my sister falling on my foot and breaking it--haha). Beautiful piece Buffy!

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  7. David McMullinNovember 28, 2016 at 10:46 PM

    I used to love tree climbing, and I could watch those busy, comic squirrels all day.

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  8. Buffy SilvermanNovember 28, 2016 at 10:58 PM

    Thanks for all the nice comments--it's not surprising that many of us spent our younger days climbing trees!

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  9. RosiNovember 28, 2016 at 11:24 PM

    So much fun. Thanks for such a cute poem.

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  10. TabathaNovember 29, 2016 at 9:03 AM

    Such a fan of Buffy's poetry! *happy sigh*

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  11. Jessica BigiDecember 3, 2016 at 5:33 PM

    Beautiful I always love cling and playing under trees when I was younger now I love to walk and sit bent them and captures them in pic

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