The Perfect Site
The Perfect Site
Emplaced in the shade of giant fruit trees:
Avocado, guava, orange and mango
Nature, harnessed for fresh cool breeze
From leaves and the wind in an endless tango
The canopy of leaves, thus formed above
By tree-to-tree branch intertwine;
A haven, e'en for the heart broken dove-
Clock-round shade, e'en in noon sunshine
Donning a rusty corrugated zinc hat
To the earth, inclined at forty five degrees
Our childhood holiday habitat
Her eaves, now hives for honey bees
Cloaked in red, sun-dried mud
Now beaten blue-black by the sun and rain
The heavily creviced walls, housing many a bud
This shadow of her former glory - my pain
The courtyard where to our greatest delight
Grandma told morally instructing moonlight tales
Barring the rotten chairs in direct sunlight
Had lost not much in other details
Twenty six years after her peaceful passing
Seeking seasonal escape to the country side
Grandma's house is once more a blessing
'Twill site the country home of my pride
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