Pecan Treasure Hunt
Down the way where I walk each beautiful day
On old Icheetucknee Road running from East to West
Sets a huge grove of pecan trees on one side
Dropping nuts upon the grassy ground to rest.
I take my plastic bag every early morn
Walk my one and quarter mile one way
Then on my return trip back toward home
I stop by a pecan tree and fill my sack each day.
Acres of pecan trees and nuts falling down
The owners no longer harvest them now
Tired I suppose after years of watching them fall
Now letting the pecans stay on the ground.
I wash them and bag them and freeze them too,
Sharing them with family and friends alike
Cracking and enjoying a few each day myself
But careful to watch those calories and pounds.
There is something wonderful in everything we do
And I find joy on my walks picking pecans from the ground
It reminds me so much of Easter eggs and treasure hunts
Searching for those little brown nuts in the grass
Picking them up by the pound.
So take a joyous walk each wonderful day and see
What you might discover along the way
Maybe you might find old coins in the sand like I do
Or maybe you’ll just meditate during the silent time and pray.
© 2009 Jeanette Cooper
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Sheila
Regis
really nice
be well, poetess,
carolyn
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D