Plum Pit, Apple Core
Never saw an apple tree, never saw a plum
that I didn’t want to reach out and get me some.
Bite into the fleshy fruit. Chew around the pit.
Spit it out into my hand to get rid of it.
Dig a hole to bury it. Smooth it with my heel
to grow another fruit tree for a future meal.
Such a simple motion in a world grown gross—
most folks isolated, fearfully morose
about nature’s rebellion against humankind.
Reaching deep within her and taking what we find
without giving back again—everybody keen
on scraping out her riches with some grand machine.
For manifold acts of mankind, dangerous and mean,
nature has not found an adequate vaccine.
But, by giving back again, we signify devotion
to start to rectify our sins with a simple motion.
Let’s help her out by simply remaining aware
that each and every one of us needs to start to care.
By every single action, let’s demonstrate our wills
to rectify our heedlessness, atone for all our ills.
For everything that we take out, putting something back.
To therein change our dangerous course and take another tack.
Just a simple gesture, signifying more.
Building back our world pit after pit, core after core.
We talk about solutions, never coming close—
spewing words not actions, maddeningly verbose.
But if every person just took their life in hand,
polluting less, enriching their surrounding land,
perhaps we’d shift the balance, tree by tree by tree,
restoring our world to what it’s meant to be.

Great Photo, Great Poem, and Great subject~! Brings back memories of Johnny Appleseed.
I try to give to the County conservationist several hundred cypress seedlings each spring. My cypress trees drop the seeds into the mud of the creek riparian area which is perfect for seedlings to start and they come out and fill pots with the young trees. Always a nice get together, and does a lot of good for our creek banks in several counties around me.
I used to also help plant them too but I am getting too old for that anymore~!
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I know your land is a sanctuary of sorts. Looks and sounds like a little Shangri-la.
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Such a truthful poem. We all need to do a little lot more to care for and love our planet.
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A beautiful message Just
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I hate it when my computer thinks it knows what I want to say better than I do!!!
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I am always in a hurry and see what I’ve written a split second before I post it.
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Judy* sorry
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Good piece. Thank you for this. We (humans) are nature’s worst enemies yet given a chance she renews and keeps right on blessing us. Oh that we would learn and change. Cheers, Dee
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Thanks, Dee. I second your second.
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Great use of the prompts, Judy. Loved your poem.
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Thanks, Tracy..
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Welcome, Judy.
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Totally agree. This senseless take-take-take and wasting of resources needs to end. We need to give back. Lovely reminder. I wish you miracles.
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