Eight years I passed this tree
Almost daily
Never once noticing it
Until the morning sun struck
Just right
Lit up its orchid-like blossoms
Catalpa memories flooded back
My wishing tree
Beans canned in a playhouse
Memories of intoxicating fragrance
Buzzing bees
Carefree summers roaming the farm
Red-winged Blackbirds warned me away
From their marshy homes
I remembered, too, their dive bomb attacks
As we followed the cow paths
Down the lane
Fetching bossies for evening milking
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