The Mulberry Tree

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The Mulberry Tree
By Nicole Meyer

There is a mulberry tree on my way to work.
When I pass it, I remember a time
When I considered myself a good girl but wanted to be bad.
I had detention. I cannot remember what I did to get there,
But what followed was greater justification for me being there.
There was a boy whom I did not know well.
His name was Ingo Hallenbauer.
He too was still at school.
And somehow we decided to go up the hill
To where the mulberry tree was.
The mulberry tree was not on the school’s property
but on private property.
I was more afraid of a dangerous dog
Than of the owners coming
But we got over the small wall
And what was at first just
Picking fruit illegally
Turned into a mulberry fight
At least in my memory
And we jumped back over with our school uniform on
Speckled in mulberry juice,
And ran down the hill
Back to from where we’d come.
It felt good to feel bad.
Funny and fun.
And I believe we got away with it.
At least I don’t remember any consequence.
Just the other day I landed up on the very property on which the mulberrry tree had stood.
There was no barbwire on the wall
And I was surprised at the lack of security
But the owner of the house assured me that there was no danger
Because the school was just on the other side of the wall.






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Unknown said…
This is a really cool poem! Reminds me of my childhood. Keep it us popsicle
October 16, 2016 at 12:27 AM
Unknown said…
This is a really cool poem! Reminds me of my childhood. Keep it us popsicle
October 16, 2016 at 12:27 AM
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