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That tree has a piece of me.
by Doug Holder

Thursday, August 09, 2007
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... A tree in Hempstead Lake Park in Rockville Centre, NY where I smacked my head in a sledding accident more than 40 years ago.--------------------------------

I saw it on my morning jog

a stolid, gnarled hunk

an impassive

thick solid trunk

that met my

brittle egg head--

head on

as I sped on

on my Flexible

Flyer sled.


And after 40 years

I stopped in my path,

and remembered getting up

but then falling

on a thick carpet of snow.

And when I woke

the thick orange-red

oozed from my young

and numb skull.


And I was proud.


like my father

a man with

a purple heart

and a little metal in his skull

both of us

veterans of war

and life,

blood brothers

under the knife.


I wondered

if that tree

in its deep-rooted terrain

has a scrap of my brain

flowing in its twisted, green veins.


And I swear

I stopped

because that tree called to me

and I saw

a new branch

a sapling,


leaning toward the light.



I am sure

that tree

has a piece of me.


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Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 6/13/2008
Hello Doug,
I Bet The Tree Is Now Majestic In It's Maturity of 40 some years too.
I enjoyed reading your poetic memory. And smiling too :)
Embraced ~ Embrassť
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 8/11/2007
Cute, an experience you obviously have not forgotten. You mean they still have trees in Rockville Center?? Thought it was just a hospital surrounded by buildings, surrounded by buildings.......

Be safe,
Reviewed by Leo Durrant 8/10/2007
I love the mix of humor and sincerity here:
"brittle egg head" and "numb skull" had me laughing.
Then, the second-to-last stanza gave me pause.
And the last stanza ties it all together:
I am sure
that tree
has a piece of me.
I'm sure you're dad could same the same of you.
Very well done.
Reviewed by Cedric III 8/9/2007
like my father
a man with
a purple heart
and a little metal in his skull

this idea here is BRILLIANT!
when i first read purple heart i thought he was dead. i dont know why. but then i followed the thought process through before i even read it and decided if you were talking about a war medal then i was gonna worship you XD
that was really well done.
and you prolly deserve a purple heart for taking that tree on so valiantly lol.

its funny when we pause to look at something from our past... now that we are grown up and moved on.
i saw an army truck the other day and my heart got a little stuck in my throat for a split second... when i was little my dad told me that the army was put on earth to shoot you when you get too old and that they decided how old too old was... he doesnt even remember saying it but for years anything to do with the army would land me in hysterics. i hadnt seen an army truck in the longest time and when i saw it on tuesday i was transported back to those memories... its a silly thing but tied up in my mind forever...

and yes. im sure that tree has a piece of you.
makes me think of "you wanna piece of me, punk!?"
Reviewed by Rafiriio Daniels 8/9/2007
This was a nice work! Keep poetry alive!!!
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