It was only a tree
in Mrs. Jester’s yard.
Can’t recall her,
just the skinned knees
and Lily the Spy.
I peered through apple blossoms
deciphered shape shifter clouds
ate raisins from a little box
and colored crayon clues,
until she hollered
Supper Time!
lillian the home poet 
Gorgeous blossom tree and a lovely atmospheric poem filled with nostalgia.
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I remember those raisins in the little boxes š a cute vignette.
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I think you can still buy them! š
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Yes you can …. eating them back then was extra special though š
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Superb!
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Thank you!
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