.Beth Webster Poems

A squirrel climbed my peach tree to steal a peach.
I went over to chase him away.
He didn't run. He stayed and let me pet him.
How very strange.
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I know nothing of stringed instruments.
I just like to fix guitars, ones that are missing parts,
ones that have been left in cold places.
I don't find them. They find me,
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A little bit of sun in June
turned into a hand-held moon,
a thank you memo
from the crooked tree
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The way the sunlight shines through the leaves pleases me,
and I love the flawless shape of this sweet green apple tree.
I am thankful for the peaches each Summer brings.
I've lived half a life. Even now, I only know a few things:
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