A wild fantasy
What happens to all the oranges
hanging on my neighbors' trees
would they let me have a bag of em
if I bargained or said pretty please
Why are all the fruit-tree houses near
the Sharing Shelf not sharing any
or perhaps i'm too slow and miss
the time when they donate many
Or do they sell them to the markets
or give them to far-off food banks
someday maybe I'll grow my own tree
full of juicy oranges, and join their ranks
Add to that a lawn-to-garden meadow
sprinkled with wildflowers -- my fantasy
and a Little Free Library of only-kids books
in a tiny uncluttered home by the sea
But not the beach -- they're too scantily clad
...I guess I could grow one from seeds, now
without having to move out for this plan to work
I'd share as many oranges as the tree will allow
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2024
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