Treasure Island

Lenny Orlando Camacho


A Backyard Friend


A guava tree, furnished gently by the sun,
in summertime this tree had become my fun,
my home, my hideaway, my brother, my all:
The rippen fruit gave me strength, gave me love.

hanging on a branch, resting from the sun,
with my eyes closed imagined worlds to come;
feeling windy whispers, saw this tree grow in me,
and grow out of me, from my eyes and my skin.

he had been my brother through the years,
gave me cover; saved my lucid dreams...
oh! My friend, my love, my shade and teacher,
I tried to bring your message, be your speaker,
people didn't care, didn't ever listen.

time passed... you and I became adults in life,
but my heart and memories try to keep you alive;
there's an image that can't be erased or altered;
my guava tree, my life somehow you guided.

from your branches I knew a kind of world,
the kind that is not easily forgotten;
I saw from up there people are actually small,
but act as if they were bigger than this planet.

up there, dreaming in your arms by day,
ideas, never known to a child before,
were planted, dramatically in a tender soul;
and you made strong what used to be frail.

I thank you for that my tree brother friend,
and thank you because you were always there;
you showed me a way hard to find myself,
now, many things, if not all I understand.

I´m glad I knew you from the start of my life,
I´m glad I spent my time hanging from a branch;
eating fresh fruit rather that watching TV,
for all those reasons I have to thank thee.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

there used to be a rather frail guava tree in the backyard of a house we lived in as I was growing up. I loved. I cherished it dearly. The house is gone and so is the tree, but the memories remain.

Comments and raitings highly apreciated.

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  • Susan Lacovara (6/3/2014 6:41:00 PM)

    On the property where I grew up as a teen, there was a beautiful crab apple tree that I used to write poetry beneath. I loved the space we shared. I often drive by that old house, just so my heart can say hello to the tree that shaded me. I loved your write! PEACE (Report) Reply

    Lenny Camacho (6/6/2014 12:11:00 AM)

    this is one kind of friendship that will last forever more... memories of appreciation and love, aren't they? ... thanks for your comments Susan...

  • Gajanan Mishra (9/12/2013 12:05:00 AM)

    I know you from the start, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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