Sumac Tree

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Written for my sister who lives in Missouri, USA where Sumac trees turn red in the autumn. They are native to North America, though we had played in an old Sumac tree in our grandparent's garden as children in the Midlands, England. When they retired and moved to the Devon coast where I grew up, they brought Sumac saplings to plant at their new home. Nan gave me a potted plant to add to my garden in Cornwall when I was in my 30's, cautioning me not to let them spread like wildfire. These beautiful trees helped me write about the connection with my sister, our childhood and our journeys though our lives so far.

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Sumac Tree

There you are swinging your legs with curls down to your waist,
Making circles with your feet - sat next to me.
Thirty years ago sitting 'neath the Sumac tree.
There you go...there we go...

There we were swinging our legs with curls down to our waists,
Reaching skywards with our hands and spinning yarns.
Twenty years ago sitting 'neath the Sumac tree,
There you go...there we go...

Momma gave me seedlings so I could grow my own, saying
"Careful where you plant them, else everywhere they'll go"
So, you flew to America, and I ran to the sea -
My little Cornish heaven where I plant my memories.

There we were swinging our legs with curls beneath a hat,
Holding little Emma-Jane and saggy old black cat.
Just ten years ago sitting 'neath the Sumac tree,
There you go...there we go...

Momma gave me seedlings so I could grow my own, saying,
"Careful where you plant them, else everywhere they'll go..."
So, you flew to America - a home and family.
I'm in my Cornish heaven where I plant my memories.

And here we are all sitting, with curls all tumble-down.
Sitting here with Grandad, whose hands are ninety now.
And all these years of growing here, this gnarled, old Sumac tree
Has watched us be together as it scatters memories.

You know the leaves turn red before they fall?
Like a glowing winter fire.
And all this time I've loved you all - I've loved you all.

Momma gave me seedlings, so I could grow my own, saying
"Careful where you plant them, else everywhere they'll grow"
We scattered them all over, though we're parted by the sea.
American and English soils - we plant our memories...

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from English Bathtub Sea, released February 14, 2016

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