picking plums
right off the branch
is not
what most people do
not anymore
but I’ve got a tree
growing wild
it’s wide and high
and it’s bent down
under its load
now
I’ve got sunshine
captured
in my bucket
it’s come down from the sky
into the plums
and then
to me
picking sunshine
right off the branch
is not a thing
most people do
but
I’ve got sunshine
in my bucket
© Frank Prem, 2017
Poem #09: transcribing from the original
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A beautiful bucket of sunshine. Such a great description.
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Thanks Peggy. They just look magnificent and I couldn’t help composing while picking. Good fun.
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Wild plums grow here the size of large grapes. I had never seen their like before moving to Texas.
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Pretty amzing to see them, isn’t it?
We have some of the common red prunus – large cherry (or grape) size. They’re not much for flavour. This particular tree is central on the block and serves as a feature. The plums are quite a good size and nicely tasty, so we’ve managed to secure 2 buckets from the cockatoos who love them. Messy, messy, though.
Sunshine in a bucket felt like a cute idea.
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You definitely write a deeper truth. It all begins with sunshine doesn’t it?
Nicely penned.
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Thanks Michael. I was going to say before that over here, the red cherry plums are used as roadside verge trees in built up areas because they don’t grow super tall to trouble power lines, while their red colours are very distinctive in summer. Likewise Manchurian pears. blah blah – carried away a bit there.
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Well I enjoy your descriptions. Always found Australia fascinating for its flora & fauna among other things. So, not carried away in my book.
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Those plums practically glow–like they’re beaming out the sunshine they’ve captured to grow.
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Yes, that’s the way they struck me, as well. Haven’t seen such a golden variety before – not that I’ve paid that much attention, but still, they’re pretty gorgeous.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
Cheers,
Frank
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Wow. the glow of the bucket glare my eyes. Such a delight! I can eat plums every day! Thank you for sharing the images and the wonderful poem.
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You’re welcome, Miriam.
Cheers,
Frank
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Likewise! Thank you, Frank!
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Beautiful and delicious, I’m sure.
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Yep, not bad. We’re vitamizing them and then drying as a leather.
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What kind of plums are they
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Now that’s a question I’ve been struggling with. My hunch is that they are either a ‘mirabella’ or a variety of ‘bullace’. The Mirabella seems most likely.
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Very nice. Somehow, I wasn’t getting alerts on your posts, so have now re-followed
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Thanks Derrick. Welcome back.
Glad you enjoyed the piece. I think the plum might be a Mirabelle variety, but can’t be sure.
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They look like what we used to as kids call Cherry plums. Cherry plums used to make the best jam ever but the only trees I knew of in this area are long gone.
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They’re pretty gorgeous on the tree.
Funny seeing the big cocky’s landing on the branch tips and then doing a bouncy-bounce while they set to work to make their mess.
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Yeah I remember the cocky’s on our cheery plum trees and the cows used to hang around under them for the spoils.
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Good plan. Wonder how they coped with the pits. Probably dissolved them.
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I never asked one, they were very talkative 🙂
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I hear they only talk in low-ing voices, anyway.
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Maybe it’s the pits 🙂
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