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    Passage From Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech Guided Imagery Interactive Notebook

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    The narrator saw her mother walking up a hill singing a song about not falling in love with a sailor. Her mother picked some blackberries and kissed a sugar maple tree. Later, the narrator examined the tree and thought she saw a blackberry stain from her mother's kiss. She kissed the tree and could still smell, feel, and taste it, along with a hint of blackberries. The narrator then kissed other types of trees and found they each had their own unique flavor mixed with the taste of blackberries.

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    Passage From Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech Guided Imagery Interactive Notebook

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    The narrator saw her mother walking up a hill singing a song about not falling in love with a sailor. Her mother picked some blackberries and kissed a sugar maple tree. Later, the narrator examined the tree and thought she saw a blackberry stain from her mother's kiss. She kissed the tree and could still smell, feel, and taste it, along with a hint of blackberries. The narrator then kissed other types of trees and found they each had their own unique flavor mixed with the taste of blackberries.

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    The narrator saw her mother walking up a hill singing a song about not falling in love with a sailor. Her mother picked some blackberries and kissed a sugar maple tree. Later, the narrator examined the tree and thought she saw a blackberry stain from her mother's kiss. She kissed the tree and could still smell, feel, and taste it, along with a hint of blackberries. The narrator then kissed other types of trees and found they each had their own unique flavor mixed with the taste of blackberries.

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    Passage From Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech Guided Imagery Interactive Notebook

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    The narrator saw her mother walking up a hill singing a song about not falling in love with a sailor. Her mother picked some blackberries and kissed a sugar maple tree. Later, the narrator examined the tree and thought she saw a blackberry stain from her mother's kiss. She kissed the tree and could still smell, feel, and taste it, along with a hint of blackberries. The narrator then kissed other types of trees and found they each had their own unique flavor mixed with the taste of blackberries.

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    Passage from Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech (Chapter 20: The Blackberry Kiss)

    “One morning when I awoke very early, I saw my mother walking up


    the hill to the barn. Mist hung about the ground, finches were singing in
    the oak tree beside the house, and there was my mother, her pregnant belly
    sticking out in front of her. She was strolling up the hill, swinging her
    arms and singing:

    Oh, don’t fall in love with a sailor boy,


    A sailor boy, a sailor boy—
    Oh, don’t fall in love with a sailor boy,
    ‘Cause he’ll take your heart to sea—

    As she approached the corner of the barn where the sugar maple
    stands, she plucked a few blackberries from a stray bush and popped them
    into her mouth. She looked all around her—back at the house, across the
    fields, and up into the canopy of branches overhead. She took several
    quick steps up to the trunk of the maple, threw her arms around it, and
    kissed that tree soundly.
    Later that day, I examined this tree trunk. I tried to wrap my arms
    about it, but the trunk was much bigger than it had seemed from my
    window. I looked up at where her mouth must have touched the trunk. I
    probably imagined this, but I thought I could detect a small dark stain, as
    from a blackberry kiss.
    I put my ear against the trunk and listened. I faced that tree squarely
    and kissed it firmly. To this day, I can smell the smell of the bark—a
    sweet, woody smell—and feel the ridges in the bark, and taste that
    distinctive taste on my lips.
    In my mini journal, I confessed that I had since kissed all different
    kinds of trees, and each family of trees—oaks, maples, elms, birches—had
    a special flavor all its own. Mixed in with each tree’s own taste was the
    slight taste of blackberries, and why this was so, I could not explain.
    Passage from Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech (Chapter 20: The Blackberry Kiss)

    “One morning when I awoke very early, I saw my mother walking up


    the hill to the barn. Mist hung about the ground, finches were singing in
    the oak tree beside the house, and there was my mother, her pregnant belly
    sticking out in front of her. She was strolling up the hill, swinging her
    arms and singing:

    Oh, don’t fall in love with a sailor boy,


    A sailor boy, a sailor boy—
    Oh, don’t fall in love with a sailor boy,
    ‘Cause he’ll take your heart to sea—

    As she approached the corner of the barn where the sugar maple
    stands, she plucked a few blackberries from a stray bush and popped them
    into her mouth. She looked all around her—back at the house, across the
    fields, and up into the canopy of branches overhead. She took several
    quick steps up to the trunk of the maple, threw her arms around it, and
    kissed that tree soundly.
    Later that day, I examined this tree trunk. I tried to wrap my arms
    about it, but the trunk was much bigger than it had seemed from my
    window. I looked up at where her mouth must have touched the trunk. I
    probably imagined this, but I thought I could detect a small dark stain, as
    from a blackberry kiss.
    I put my ear against the trunk and listened. I faced that tree squarely
    and kissed it firmly. To this day, I can smell the smell of the bark—a
    sweet, woody smell—and feel the ridges in the bark, and taste that
    distinctive taste on my lips.
    In my mini journal, I confessed that I had since kissed all different
    kinds of trees, and each family of trees—oaks, maples, elms, birches—had
    a special flavor all its own. Mixed in with each tree’s own taste was the
    slight taste of blackberries, and why this was so, I could not explain.

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