Mulberry Day

A young girl awakens to the sound of mulberry leaves falling to the ground and spends the day raking up and playing in them. She discovers a wonderful secret about her tree.

Mulberry Day

 

My eyes popped wide open

To soft pip-pip-pup-pups

Wafting in through the window.

Like a spring I sprang up.

What I saw when I looked out

Made a smile all the way

From my chin to my forehead.

It was Mulberry Day!

I raced out the door

And stood under the tree.

Leaves dropped like gold snowflakes,

Pip-pupping on me.

I shrugged off my coat,

Pushed up my shirtsleeves.

I grabbed up the rake 

And went right at those leaves.

I raked harder than ever�"

Than most grown people try�"

And I piled up leaves

Straight up to the sky.

I whooped and I threw them. 

I raked, jumped and ran.

Leaves danced, swirled and scattered.

Then I started again.

When Dad called me to supper

I looked down at my feet.

They weren’t wanting to move,

Not wanting to eat.

They were dragging towards home

When a thought came to me.

Made them turn round quickly

And run back to the tree.

I got up real close

Then leaned in some more,

Gave tree a quick hug

Then skipped back to the door.

Do you know trees can talk?

Well, my mulberry did!

When I said, “Thanks, my tree,”

Tree said, “Welcome, my kid.”

After eating I stared 

Through my bedroom window

While a few leaves still dropped.

Then the last one let go.

As I readied for bed

That night in the Fall,

I wore warm PJs;

Tree wore nothing at all!

I dreamt all that night

Of leaves dropping on me,

And the deep, whispery voice

Of my mulberry tree.

Author's Note

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