The Elm Tree
The elm tree is a sentinel in our back yard.It provides welcomed shade on summer days like this one.A long rope hangs from a branch that seems to be as high as the sky itself. I place the charcoal in the grill and squirt on the lighter fuel.Strangely, I enjoy that smell.My mom strikes a wooden kitchen match and tosses it onto the soaked charcoal.The instant flare makes us both jump back and turn our faces away.Soon the aroma of the chicken takes over. I am pulled to the waiting rope hanging from the tree.To climb to the top and touch the branch from which it descends.As I hang there spellbound by the view my mother comes out to tend to the chicken.With wide eyes and a hint of fear in her voice she commands that I come down.I know this battle is futile.I slowly retreat with bowed head and wet eyes.
September 08, 2013