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.
(lucky 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.
Mary Nagy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-cherries-2/
