Treasure Island

Howard Johnson

(7 22 62 / provo)

The tree that knew me.


My tree will know it all
The tree of my childhood
With the endless branches
And the many whispers
Time that it can only measure

My tree remembers
The boy with the wind in his hair
The boy with the crazy laughter
The boy with the fear of living and of lifes unknowns
The boy I used to be

Before the internet or the mac
Playstation Nintendo and games that attack.

My tree remembers me
Clinbing its branches into the sky
Hung on its strong limb
A swing
Of rope and wood.
Telling me I should
Swing as high as I could
Touch the weightless sky
On the magical piece of wood
I can fly and pierce the sky.

My tree remembers
Red Light
Green light
Outdoor street light
Before
My first crush or even a kiss
Dodgeball
And street baseball
Red rover
Red rover
Please come over
And play
Hide and seek
Take cover
And be meek

In my tree
Is everything I want to be.
Imaganary places
People
Creatures
And mystical things

High In my tree
I can see the world
But no one can see me...

My tree remembers me
The boy I use to be

My tree does not know what happened to me
My life has no room for fasanations of fantasys
Now complacted full of responsibilities
I have no time
To many dead lines

My tree looked at me
And said this is where you should be..

One day I drove hurriedly by.....
The pain of progress has its cost
And my tree has lost its spot
It was no longer needed for shade and play,
And its slow pace way
Was its end.

In my heart that tree and me are not appart.

Submitted: Monday, October 30, 2006
Edited: Thursday, April 24, 2014

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  • Shirley Woods (8/4/2009 11:12:00 AM)

    Hi Howard,

    This is beautiful - I didn't have a tree- but a special place and understand this completely. Thanks for making me remember. (Report) Reply

  • Chuck Audette (5/28/2009 12:39:00 PM)

    Hey, what happened to the tree at the end? I'm stumped.
    -chuck (enjoyed this, captured my childhood, as well) . (Report) Reply

  • Latasha Dixon (5/13/2008 12:41:00 AM)

    I like the way you wrote the poem with personification of the tree.... you brought back memories of how i used to climb the tree in my front yard and swing on the tire swing that we would spin around and around in until we were dizzy (Report) Reply

  • Tsira Goge (2/28/2008 11:29:00 PM)

    Hello, To me has very much liked your Magic the Tree, Howard... Kindest regards, Tsira (Report) Reply

  • Mary Gordley (2/26/2008 3:54:00 PM)

    Howard, this is a fine tribute not only to 'your' tree, but to nature and the pleasures it offers. Sadly some do not grasp the beauty and value of the natural world. Thanks for bringing this poem to my attention. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Gale (4/5/2007 2:55:00 PM)

    Great poem! I gave it a ten even with a few words spelled incorrectly. Punctuation and spelling do not detract me from enjoying a poem and appreciating it's
    middled and wholesome content. I on many occasions probably have misspelled words but this fact does not sway me from my literary path to poetry and it's enjoyment in reading as well as writing. Yes our neighborhood had a tree swing
    which all the kids around enjoyed. What else is there to do before the invention of the home videogame player. I still now enjoy playing games on my PS2 such as GTA San Andreas. It makes me sad and jealouse as i remember growing up as a kid not being able to enjoy, but i was even too poor to own my own bicycle and had to borrow a neighbor friends to learn to ride and enjoy. The kids of today have it way too easy, with inventions and and cell phones. The cell phone is probably the only device that i wished was never invented, especially in restaurants, movie theatres and careless unattentive car drivers. I just wished that cell phone signals would be blocked in movie theatres.Maybe some day? There should also be a $500.00 fine by police for driving while on the phone. Again you did a freat write kind sir. God bless all poets-MJG. (Report) Reply

  • Alicia Patti (1/25/2007 2:13:00 PM)

    Hello, Howard: I am here, at your request. I like this one, a lot. Reminds me of my 'Memories of Childhood, ' which I request you read. Again, I noticed some misspelled words. It is of the utmost importance that simple part of writing be correct. Editors hate it (although I am not one of those) . I just want to make the strongest impression upon you I can of its importance.

    My tree will know it all
    The tree of my childhood
    With the endless branches
    And the many whispers
    Time that it can only measure

    I think if you add the word 'someday' to the end of 'all' in the first line, it will read better. The last line 'Time that it can only measure' would probably read better thus: 'Time that it only can measure, with a colon or a hyphen after the word 'whispers' above.

    'Telling me I should
    Swing as high as I could' This is what is known as a 'forced rhyme' and is another no-no in the world of poetry editors. Since this is a free verse poem there is no need for end-line rhymes, although internal rhyme is essential.

    I hope you have benefited by my review. We all strive to be better poets and that takes a lot of time, study, patience and devotion.

    best,
    alicia (Report) Reply

  • Risha : Ahmed (12/14/2006 8:08:00 PM)

    this is a wonderful poem. very interesting, though sad!
    please read my poem 'about a tree'. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Violet (11/8/2006 2:57:00 PM)

    This is a wonderful memorial write, I had a tree also. Thank you for the memories. All the best, Diane (Report) Reply

  • Denise Girod (11/6/2006 2:54:00 PM)

    What a great poem, so many memories and pictures brought to mind. My outlet was not only a tree also my horse. Great Poem! !
    Blessings, Denise (Report) Reply

  • Dee Daffodil (10/31/2006 10:30:00 AM)

    I know of such beautiful old trees, soon destined to become a housing project. It is my hope to take a few photos, before they make that final cut. Imagine...over a hundred years of history in some cases...only to become sawdust in the blink of an eye. It hurts. Great poem Howard!
    Hugs,
    Dee (Report) Reply

  • Debora Short (10/31/2006 9:57:00 AM)

    Strong, magical, lovely imagery here, Howard.
    A lovely remembrance!
    Thank YOU for sharing, I will indeed read your pennings from here on in...they are wonderful!
    Blessings,
    Debora (Report) Reply

  • Jolanta Gradowicz (10/31/2006 9:31:00 AM)

    Your tree was wonderful with solid roots. Whatever will happen to you, you will be as strong as the tree, I feel. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Gale (10/31/2006 4:40:00 AM)

    Splendid flow, such found memories... reminds me of the tree in the front yard I used to hide out in. Thank you for the memories

    Patricia (Report) Reply

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