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Let me humbly say,
Thank You for this day.
~ Maya Angelou
Oregon's Willamette Valley
A cozy peach orchard
Grass around the trees toasted
Late-summer brown, the smell of hay
I'm young, probably not even ten
Bending to gather
Windfall fruit for my mother's
Seasonal canning work
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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 is a retired elementary school teacher who lives in Washington state. He's grateful for time spent with family and enjoys reading, writing, baking, walking, hiking, and cycling. David believes the most reliable way to find inspiration for poems is to always
pay attention to things, especially the little things.
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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
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Lori Levy:
Very appealing to the senses!
Posted 08/31/2018 09:03 PM
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jeeger:
Those last three lines make the whole poem work. Very nice!
Posted 08/31/2018 11:49 AM
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Jo:
A beautiful poem and I treasure its simplicity grounded in profound feeling.
Posted 08/31/2018 10:20 AM
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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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