Today I wrote this poem, inspired by the fruit trees we grew in Arizona. :) It makes me happy to think about them and I remember having a dream recently about those fruit trees. That fresh lemonade was my favorite!
LEMONS AND GRAPEFRUIT
Thriving out in the Arizona heat |
Some are pretty, some are scarred |
Can be a frosty and delicious summer treat |
Freshly picked, straight out of my yard |
Mom savored the grapefruit most | Grandpa loved his lemons sour and plain | I found the bitter fruit gross | My favorite was Grandma’s lemonade |
Those were truly the days |
I desperately wish to go back to |
And although the sun’s always ablaze |
Happily I’d return to where the fruit grew |
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