Mr. Willoughby
A Reflection
My eyes graze over the land
tall cornfields that kissed the edges of my daddy’s land
and his daddy’s
and his daddy’s before him
Fields that now grace my eyes
pleasing them like colorful pieces of hard candy
salted watermelon
soft orange peaches
berries ripe and tart
sweet things I remember from my childhood
like tall Mr. Willoughby, who reached for the sky and embraced us all at the same time
protected us from storms life brings and ones freely given by nature
swayed from his extended branches
gliding from one to another
him lifting us up as high as we could crawl, his hard exterior scraping our arms and legs, yet we felt no pain
Running through fields with old Walter barking in the night
catching bugs that light our way in the darkness
Sweet cream melting down our hands in the summer heat
sugary
sticky
divine
My withered hands now feel the fragments of the dusty bark
I lean into the embrace
My bare feet rub the stalks of grass
nature’s homemade rug
Feel the sun beat down
essence
dew on my face
All gone now
daddy
momma
brother
Walter
Me full of years
Just me and Mr. Willoughby
quiet company
ancient
memories
About the Creator
J Lashelle
Creative Writer
Dog Lover
Foodie
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