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Windfall
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David M. Tookey


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†††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Let me humbly say,
†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Thank You for this day.
††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† ~ Maya Angelou


Oregonís Willamette Valley
A cozy peach orchard
Grass around the trees toasted
Late-summer brown, the smell of hay

Iím young, probably not even ten
Bending to gather
Windfall fruit for my motherís
Seasonal canning work

******

She put up bushels in those days
Our kitchen
Hot and steamy for hours
At canning time

I recall one junior-high lunch
Feeling like the luckiest kid
With my masoned cherries
They were that good

My young life
My mother
A windfall



© by David M. Tookey.
Used here with the author's permission.


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David M. Tookey lives in Seattle, Washington, where he is an elementary school teacher. A bicycle is his main mode of transport around town; David says he finds he can tinker with poems in his head as he rides. He also enjoys baking bread, and is currently exploring college campuses with his daughter to help her determine which she might want to attend.


Post New Comment:
romanots:
Beautiful poem, David Tookey. I will read it to my undergraduate methods students next week at Miami University (I read a poem at the beginning of each class).
Posted 09/01/2018 10:08 AM
Lori Levy:
Very appealing to the senses!
Posted 08/31/2018 09:03 PM
jeeger:
Those last three lines make the whole poem work. Very nice!
Posted 08/31/2018 11:49 AM
Jo:
A beautiful poem and I treasure its simplicity grounded in profound feeling.
Posted 08/31/2018 10:20 AM
cork:
"Masoned cherries" Oh, those wonderful jars!
Posted 08/31/2018 09:11 AM
Gilbert Allen:
I'll second Michael's remarks.
Posted 08/31/2018 08:47 AM
Michael:
David, I really like the simplicity of this poem. You make your point with ease and grace. Well done!
Posted 08/31/2018 08:10 AM


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