Tree-Steinbeck Immatative Piece

Honors English
7 November 2010
Tree
1
Breathe in from me, the smell of sweet summer air, on the airy evening of snow. Become my words, my way, my flow. Issue the essence from the body of belonging, yearning for the song of sweet maternity. I am your body, your soul.
2
“Then turn the corner and head around back,” he said, “the church should be around the corner…unless they moved it around the side of the yard…”
Clearly this man was out of his mind. All I wanted was to go for a walk. Not talk to a crazy person, I hadn’t even asked him for directions, let alone to a church. I would have just been on my way but…
“You can stop by and ask the old dog for directions if you want. He’s always in for a good laugh.”
“Oh, why thank y-” My attempt to get away.
“Know where your going sunny, keep your hat on straight, clean your glasses.”
My glasses… What glasses? Gah, I’ve got to get out of here.
Without any further a due, the boy strode off towards the club house. He knew no one would be there. He also knew he couldn’t stand this man anymore, and if he wandered aimlessly, he was apt to run into him again.
3
Hush, darling dear. Sunlight you will hear. Let me be the last to kiss your lips with rain of dew and sweet morning monotony. I could never tire of your daring dues. They turn me sunlit, from the back, the echoes of your spine run up and down the reverence of your tortured birch. Call to me love, come to me you. I am here. Always have been…
4
He was off. Striding quickly he glanced over his left shoulder.
“No man, the other way is the way of the way that is The Way!”
God he is crazy.
The boy journey onwards toward his destination. A slight feeling of a coming turbulence stirred in his chest. Was he going the wrong way?
Where am I going? This way…right… Mhm. What is the way of The Way that he is talking about? Have I heard of it before?
Attempting neutrality he put it out of his mind and took the stairs to the club house two at a time.
5
Wonder, Mr. Magic. Tell me the tell you time of today? Was a wrong story a twist in the today. Half past the trunk and slide open the door, turn the handle twice clock ways and turn right back around.
In house of magic leaps are bounds of countless mercy. I’ll tangle you, my Wally, and justify my sword. Tall my numbers in colors blue on the wall. Paint my picture, take my face, put it on your bathroom wall.
6
Safely inside the boys nostalgic brain geared into action. Remember when was all it could think. He let his mind wonder and he wandered over to the table.
Sacred, like an alter was this ground. The gang had made many an oath at this table. The first and most important one in blood.
Stacey, Rose, Clay, and he, these were what made the life in this tree. When the first came together, on the ground below the tree, the magic was in the air. All four of them could feel something was going to happen that summer. What though could not be imagined.
7
Ashes are ashes and dust is dust. Words between them and back from them. Ashes and ashes flew up in the air dust and dust flew down.
Her heart could beat. Would it? Could it? Faster and faster she came back to life inhibited by children now and finding the will to grow. Her roots outstretched, to find small crevices of water, spill into me, break the bond I’ve been held by. It was. Stars rose up from her in-bodies they had been covered by sand. Molecular chemical changes felt the sand to salt and the salt to sugar. Then the wash of the fresh brought the sugar round and creased the linings of her birch with crystalline sea brine of sugars. Brought alive and awake with the sounds of glories left from centuries ago. Now begins her story.
8
The time of when they were first united, happened upon the first summers day. The airy was still crisp and clean from the spring. Two hands emerged from the bushes and thrust Clay inside. Rosa was the hands and beside her crouched a small boy of whom was unbeknownst to him.
“Who is that guy?” Clay inquired.
“Tom,” replied Rosa, “he’s new and he is ours.”
“Hhmm.” Was all that Clay had to say.
Thus onwards Clay, Tom, Rosa, and Rosa’s friend Stacey formed into a track of reliance.
9
As we wound our fingers through her leaves the shine from behind penetrated our skins and the sun soaked in.
10
“Hey! Wait up.”
Tom had emerged from school and was darting towards the gate when he heard Clay’s voice behind him.
“Don’t be sore!”
Ugh, after what happened how could I not be?
There had been a dispute between the fast friends, of location. Tom’s belief that water was sacred and should be treated with respect was quite disrupted when Clay believed that large balloons should be filled with a lanky substance and lobbed at unsuspecting passersby.
“I’m sorry Tom, I just didn’t know what water meant to you.”
Tom glanced back at Clay to throw him a slightly sinister stare.
“Are we alright?” Clay took the glance as pity for his ignorance and acceptance.
No. We are not alright.
Tom had a subtle way of nearly always being misconstrued. His ideals were in the correct place, his way of showing them was not.
If I could open my mouth, and sound come out, I would give you a hell of a piece of my mind.
All I could do was stare.
11
When the waves broken over the tearing Baum such a spilling of terror incurred. A slurring of arms tearing at the threshold, pain breaking over, overbearing upon my heart, so much, too much, until the point of collapse. Stop the punching in this nightmare, the ripping of my skin, the tendons of my bones (so slowly, so slowly), the rapid beat of my heart. This process is excel and decay she is almost done beating.
12
That night when the dusk had past settled in the boy stole off from the club house where he had been waiting, revenge intent in his mind.
Clay’s spirit was stolen from his body, Tom’s intent became clear-this was no murder scene this was the hole of the unholy abandonment.
13
Warm and swell. Fill and retell? Mayhap my limp limbs will reattach to my body?
Resource then they will know how to retain their water patterns: the drink of all life sucks and swells beneath my palpitating growth.
I am becoming powerful I am becoming again further more into my glory. I am alive. Alive. Alive.