The Mulberry Tree

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Passing by a mulberry tree
A purple ribbon tangled in a branch
And the little girl wondered
Would the owner care
If she tasted his berries
They were so black and plump
Looked so ripe and juicy
Must be sweet and yummy

So many have fallen on the road
Surely he does not care, I said.
There must be too many she added.
Precisely! Enough for birds way
Up in the tree and ants below.
How many can I take?
How many can you reach?
Let’s see how they taste.

As sweet as they looked.

They fell in her hand as she touched them
Ready for the picking
Eager to be eaten
Bled their juices everywhere.
She ate them with glee
Feeling impish and naughty
And when she was done
Licked her fingers and palm
Dirt, salt, sugar and all
With an irrepressible grin,
Purple on her lips and chin,
The Wanderer in her ear.

Photo credit: Jean Big Cat / Foter.com / CC BY-

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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32 Responses to The Mulberry Tree

  1. Lovely, luscious story and poem.

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  2. Un chanson interessant pour accompagner ton petit repas!
    Les papillons sont pas la maintenant?

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  3. PapaBear says:

    Hi Emm,
    Mulberries are fun. They bring out the “kid” in all of us. My favorites are the white ones. When truly ripe they’re the sweetest. Reminds me of being a boy, climbing ever higher to find the ripest, sweetest ones. ~Paul~

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  4. makagutu says:

    They are enticing and attractive. One wants to pinch a few as they pass by.

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  5. Funny I’ve been mulberry treeing with my husband lately, while my daughter at school so no kids, There was a lot of competition though, that day, with a bus driver, an electrician and an old couple (not a chance), We literally risked our lives (greedy, greedy greedy) because, one untouched tree,was on the wayside, by a road with no pavement…close Dirt salt sugar and all

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  6. arjaybe says:

    Ooh, the tang! Made my gills quiver.-)

    rjb

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    • emmylgant says:

      Vicarious enjoyment, eh?
      If only I were taller, I could eat more of them. Especially now that I learned that there is a universal rule that says I can πŸ™‚

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  7. themodernidiot says:

    It’s a universal rule that Mulberries are for everyone, and you must pick them quickly before the birds eat them all. They are the lilacs of fruit trees. The white ones are like truffles and should be guarded to the death if one finds them.

    Pick them, pick them all in the greediest of fashions. Eat them until you are sick, for they are a blessing not a guarantee.

    The only thing that should run through your head when you find a tree full of ripe, juicy mulberries is, “Nomnomnom!”

    The end.

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  8. Mordanicus says:

    I hope for that girl that the owner is a nice person and not some egoistically sadist.

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    • emmylgant says:

      She didn’t take enough mulberries… Besides, they were hanging over the street…Therefore “the Commons”, yes? She is just a little kid. πŸ™‚
      Thank you for stopping in and taking time to comment. I appreciate it.

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