Clues from a Pecan Tree
Bruceton, population 1,158, employs residents who assemble blue jeans, khaki trousers and corduroy vests. No streetlights, sidewalks or bars. Bedtime by 8:30. By midnight I fall victim to Keebler pecan sandies that beckon from a Flintstones cookie jar. Bruceton’s home team is called the Tigers but they couid be named the Pecans. They are West Tennessee’s finest nuts. On Laurel Street, our 60-foot backyard pecan tree grows two feet a year.
spotted pecans fall
mother’s depression improves
she divulges secrets
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Great title.
And you really capture Bruceton in its heyday.
The haiku is unbroken.
Perfect!
Kereji and kigo intact.
I love the break of the line “They are West Tennessee’s finest nuts.” and how the haiku adds to this haibun
Agree with Shaun, love how the two halves inform each other. Especially fond of the haiku, the rich story that’s hinted at.
juicy!
“By midnight I fall victim to Keebler pecan sandies that beckon from a Flintstones cookie jar.” This image is the perfect snapshot of a moment. Love this poem.
I appreciate your thoughtful comments. You are a new LexPoMo friend.
Thanks, Linda. You as well. Yes, a new LexPoMo friend, indeed. I’m lucky to write alongside you and everyone in this fabulous community!
she divulges secrets in recovery from what happens in the turn of the haiku – bam!
I love the role of the pecan in this – my favorite nut!!
Nice haibun! You know I’m a pecan guy—just had some on my morning oatmeal.
I have yet to do this form. You present a solid example that from first word to last does not lose steam.
I like the humor (or what I perceive as humor for a team I am not familiar with):
Bruceton’s home team is called the Tigers but they couid be named the Pecans. They are West Tennessee’s finest nuts.