Family Treed
What I remember of this is that I felt playful, wanting to shift moods. This one is meant to poke fun at some stereotypical characters. The blatant frame of literary symbolism is so exaggerated, I got to make fun of that, too. Now, let’s be clear: These characters are entirely fictional, though I can’t deny visiting my own tree a time or two for inspiration.
In a meadow sliced by a deep limestone-cut stream, there on a gentle slope brushed with wildflower swaths, poses an exuberant old tree, its branches spread wide for scooping gobs of butter-yellow sunshine to fingerpaint the sky.
And one day Fred climbed that tree, quite nearly clear to the top.
Fred is a young man, quiet, what they call “taciturn,” the kind of feller you know and count on without either of you having t
