Growing up in Pennsylvania
shade trees were a big part of my life.We hid in, climbed up, cooled off
under oaks, maples and weeping willows.
As teens we washed cars, had picnics and smoochedunder generous leafy trees.
Out west I notice
play grounds in the sun,
houses with little greenery,
picnics held in open clearings,where I’ll take my chair over near a big cottonwood
and usually meet someone from east of the Mississippi.
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