Where fruit fall from trees


What if there were a world where fruit fell from the trees? Would you take the time to go there?

This morning on the great James River my dogs and I shook these beauties off some paw paw trees. The ripe fruits are sweet and taste like over ripe mangos to me. A treat at the end of the summer.

Get off the Xbox. Stop watching horrible baseball and get out in the woods. Get to know the world around you. That’s all. Now I’m going to eat.

This entry was published on August 31, 2013 at 2:34 pm and is filed under poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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