Author: Alistair Oh
Editor: Amy Cahill
Publisher: ATrueHufflepuff13
Title: Blossoms on a Cherry Tree
Setting: During a family reunion before the clue hunt, in a cherry orchard
Morning sunlight fills the sky.
Petals softly flutter by.
Hanging from the branches high,
One small child screams.
Hair like midnight frames her face,
Her fingers clutch the branch with grace.
Panic, terror, and distaste,
It's harder than it seems.
Sure that she has met demise,
She squeezes shut her lovely eyes.
Slowly, from my chair I rise
To catch her when she falls.
Before I reach her trembling tree,
A boy comes running after me.
I stop and watch him, silently.
"Don't move!" to her he calls.
His tangled hair reflects the sun.
"It's all your fault, you said it's fun!"
The girl complains. A foolish one.
The boy has reached the tree.
He scales the trunk with dirty hands.
And soon, beside the girl he stands.
He quickly tells his rescue plans
She haughtily agrees.
He takes her arms on different ends
Alas, the bough beneath them bends.
And to the ground the girl it sends,
The boy to follow quickly.
The girl stands up, with angered grace
"Look what you did, you big disgrace!
I've torn my only dress with lace,"
She shouts at him quite strictly.
The girl runs off, with much disdain.
The boy stands up, with tiresome pain.
His ankle hurts, but no complain
Is heard from at all from he.
But when he leaves, his face is pale,
His head is full of the young female.
And here is where I end the tale
Of Dan and Natalie.
Author's Notes: I loved this poem by Uncle Alistair; I think it was my favorite. Dan and Natalie were about 8 ½ when this took place. I never realized how romantic my little brother could be. As I assume you have figured out, I am not organizing these stories in any particular order. To those who are wondering, Ian and I are currently dating, but in a lot of the stories I have collected we aren't.
ATrueHufflepuff Notes: To all my readers who might have been told that I suck at poetry, I still want to clarify that I do suck at poetry. It took me 3 freaking months to write this, people. And even after that, I had to get my mom to edit rhymes and etc. So, I refuse to believe I am good at poetry, because I'm not. Don't you think 3 months of hard work is worth a review?