The Pickering Tree

The Pickering Tree

Everybody including me wants to get up under the pickering tree.  The belief is that if you catch a leaf you can make a wish and then what you want will rain down like Christmas.  None of us can get enough of this.  It's like having fun while being mischievous without being devious.

When the wind begins to blow we all know where to go for our hearts yell to tell us so!  It's like finding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.  Perhaps only a leprechaun would be alarmed because it can replace any lucky charm.  It only grants wishes of pleasures to be treasured and will inflict no harm and from what I can see cats never get stuck in this tree.

You can even request a bird's nest with which to hear to endear sweet tweets.  You can even request the answers to a test only to yearn to learn to get the grades you earn.  You can even request to fly high in the dye of the sky only to sing on the wing as you soar to explore.  With this tree you can ask for nothing more.  Life is what you begin to adore.  The smell of roses you will never ignore.  You will find that living to be giving is what we are all here for.

It is rooted in all things good and helps us act as we should so I never have a problem knocking on wood.  What I've discerned to learn is that you cannot duck bad luck.  You make your own to do that which you pursue.  Ultimately we determine what we are going to do.  In brief the leaf is a symbol of belief where faith can defeat any wraith.  So soon you come to realize that the pickering tree comes to symbolize the fact that we are at large and in charge.  Our calling is like leaves falling.  The fun is in catching one.

I've come to recall every fall as we enter winter.  The leaves change to rearrange into beautiful colors and hues that captivate you.  In blustery weather they detach and so without a doubt we run out to catch a batch.  I once made a wish to kiss a fish only to come upon a mermaid that puts people in awe of what I saw to draw.  I've come to learn that warm hearts never thaw because loving souls never get cold.  That's why everybody including me wants to get up under the pickering tree.  Every witness has seen every day to be like Christmas.  So when you see the leaves fall catch one just for fun.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When I keep recalling beautiful leaves falling.

November 21^st, 2013