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A cradling embrace from the magnolia tree
Seemed further away after "can't catch me!"
Little ones scrambled up - I stumbled down.
Distant safety awash, fear had I found.
Frantically flailing dust-covered popsicle sticks
I was the one learning a few old new tricks!
Hickory, walnut, sweetgum, or oak
Any and all, a fitting switch 'neath its cloak.
Shadows of each, jest barely outta reach
Afraid the silence; fearful more its breach.
Legs firmly planted aside the tired picnic table
Shortness of breath, raining sweat, should not have been able.
A stern voice admonished "catch hold the crank"
Homemade vanilla punishment, my Grand-daddy to thank.
The magnolia swayed enviously.
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