All group members are contributing food topics and then writing to them each day this month. Here's today's image supplied by Ruth Lehrer, a bowl of fresh peaches; and my poem:
Maine Peach Trees
We had a peach
Tree we could reach
The branches easily.
The peaches never ripened
Though they fell repeatedly
Upon the ground
Where rabbits found
They tasted like tart rocks
They were not much to look at
We had a peach
Tree we could reach
The branches easily.
The peaches never ripened
Though they fell repeatedly
Upon the ground
Where rabbits found
They tasted like tart rocks
They were not much to look at
But they left nice rounded pocks.
Donna JT Smith, ©3/3/2019
Donna JT Smith, ©3/3/2019
Have a peachy-keen day!
I get my Madness! Poetry 2019 challenge word at 5 pm. Hope it's not as hard as a Maine Peach.
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