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The Mulberry Tree (Open) Sept 2, 2012 20:38:21 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2012 20:38:21 GMT -5

Violet Neon

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You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...

It was my first time ever hunting. My father told me to try to use a spear, but I was only eight years old and I couldn't dare to kill an animal. The animals are my friends. I ready the spear and throw it towards a deer. When I miss, the deer runs off and the spear falls to the ground about ten feet short.

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

My father isn't dissapointed in me, luckily. Normally he and the other wanderers nearby do the hunting. If they hunt, we often trade them with the fruits and such that I gather. My deer-hide pouch that I often keep strapped to my waist is what I use to hold the berries. I am suprisingly good at recognizing berries.

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Dad lets me head out and get some berries. I end up gathering things like blueberries, strawberries and raspberries. The one thing I make sure to get are some mulberries from the tree I tend to sleep in. I climb up the tree and gather some. I then head back to Dad with the berries.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

I give Dad the berries and he lets me wander a bit. As I'm walking around, I decide to head to my Mulberry tree. What I see makes me upset. Their is someone else in my tree! I decide to climb up. "What are you doing in my tree?"

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

Word Count: 225
Lyrics: Colors of the Wind from Pocahotas
Notes: Sorry my post is somewhat short.

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The Mulberry Tree (Open) Sept 13, 2012 18:31:40 GMT -5

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Post by missa on Sept 13, 2012 18:31:40 GMT -5

"Ae-Cha," a familiar voice says from behind me, and although it's just a whisper I am sure she yelled it. When I turn around the bookbag I am holding nearly drops out of my hands and onto the soft meadows floor.

"Mom."

She is wearing her peacekeeper uniform except for her helmet; this is how she looked before she went out into town to do her duty, which is the way I saw her last. She looks almost the same as she did years ago except she has cut her hair into a short bob that compliments the angles of her square face and her chizzled facial features. She looks a little older also, there are worry lines begining to show, but how can I be surprised? I've been gone for so long and she has probably been worried sick.

"Ae-Cha", my mother repeats with sorrow in her voice, "why did you run?"

I glare at her, and it takes everything I have not to march right up to her and smack her right across the face. How dare she? After the lies I had lived. I thought she and dad was a hero.

"Come home, my darling, come home with me. Your father is worried."

"I don't want to see him. I don't want to see you," I spit back at her. Tears are streaming down her face and I begin to feel guilty. Who wouldn't? This was my mother. But no, it didn't matter. District 8 was no longer my home. It was a lie. My parents were a lie.

I decide I will run, so I turn around and sling my backpack over my shoulder before saying "Go home. I am a new person, mother. I can't go back." Her expression changes from sad to confused and a little angry which worries me a bit.

"Why are you in my tree?" she calls. I shoot her a questioning look and mouth the word "what?" How uncalled for, we were in the middle of a meadow, I wasn't near a tree at all.

"Why are you in my tree?" this time it is not my mothers voice and my eyes flutter open.

I look around taking in my surroundings. I am preched in a evergreen tree. Oh, that's right. I climbed into the nearest tree because I wanted to sleep..

I look down and study the girls face while pushing a piece of my light brown hair out of my face.

"what's it to you?" I smirk.