Granmother's Plum Tree

• Erin Rench, Grade 7, Roseville College
• Poetry
• 2015

Excellence Award in the 'The Write Track 2015' competition

A gust of wind, an unsoiled plum broke from the grasp of an ancient oak tree.
Syrupy juice, the colour of velvet slid into my mouth as I tore into the flesh of the plum, my taste buds erupting with flavour.
An explosion of sweet essence enveloped my mouth as I pursued deeper into the plum.
When I entered the heart of the fruit, delectable, mouth-watering flavours ushered me deeper.
CRASH!
To my unpleasant surprise, I collided with a stone-hard pip, draining the eccentric behaviour out of my small, frail body.
I gazed up at the sky, and with a gust of wind, an unsoiled plum broke from the grasp of an ancient oak tree, and landed in the palm of my hand.
Again.