Stolen Cherries - Poem by Mary Nagy
I prayed they wouldn't see me.
I'd hide between the branches.
They had no way of knowing
those cherries were all I'd have
to eat that day.
I knew they'd yell if they saw me.
They always did.
They'd yell for me to ''Get out of there! ''
Like I was a stray dog they found
sifting through their garbage.
I would just jump down
and run home...and wait
till I thought they weren't looking.
I couldn't blame them.
Afterall, they took alot of time
pruning and caring for those trees.
The girl that lived there
was in my class.
She never acted like she knew
I ate their cherries.
But, I knew she knew.
I tried to pick extra once
to save some for later
when I knew I would be hungry again.
But, the bigger kids would take them
as soon as I got in the house.
That tree was the only ''safe place''
I could enjoy a meal
with my little brother.
He was only five
and he couldn't climb so well.
He always needed a boost
to get to a good hiding spot
in the tree.
I hate cherries.
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